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[thegreat_ashby]

Lew was sure that having an animal seated at the table was bound to not go over well with everyone who rolled in and out of the kitchen that morning, but frankly, he didn't really give a fuck. Anyone who had a big enough issue with it could A) blow him and B) take their raised pinkies over to the nonexistent, uppity fine dining establishment four

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[motherfuckaa]

"Honey-bunny," Hank greet matter-of-factly, cupping his palm underneath the tiny wriggling bulge beneath his t-shirt and presenting it magnificently with his other hand. "We did it. I am with child."

[thegreat_ashby]

"There goes your girlish figure," Lew replied, eying Hank's shirt, almost tempted to poke it but refraining. "I want a paternity test. You won't get a dime out of me before then."

[motherfuckaa]

"No need," Hank assured him, removing the puppy from his shirt and cupping her to his body. He'd narrowly avoided making a crack about his bulge and being happy to see Lew, but he'd been pretty sure the pup had started drooling down his pants, and if that had reached his crotch, it just wouldn't have looked cool. "She's got your eyes. And your breath."

[thegreat_ashby]

"Is there any particular reason you're smuggling puppies in your clothing?" To each their own and all that, but this was definitely a new development as far as Lew was aware.

[staroftamaran]

"Oh. Hello there," Starfire greets the small animal as she rounds the table with her plate and takes a seat. It's enough to distract her from her food, which is sating a lot considering her bottomless pit of a stomach.

Other than adorable, she's not really sure what it is, and it takes every ounce of willpower she has not to reach out and pet it. She can't speak for... whatever it is, but she does know that she wouldn't want anyone petting her while she tried to eat breakfast. Fluffy little whatevers probably preferred to enjoy their meals in peace, too.

[motherfuckaa]

It wasn't petting per se, but it probably came close. Hank had been looking for someone female and girl-sized and when Star walked in, she fit the bill pretty nicely.

He had learned from Karen than giving pre-warnings never usually worked in his favor, so his hugging Star was entirely out of the blue.

"I just need some loving," he explained as he squeezed her tightly, shutting his eyes and imagining Becca. "Indulge me."

[staroftamaran]

"Indulging," Star replies, hugging Hank back. That morning was shaping up to be an increasingly strange one, but cute little animals and hugs weren't the bad sort of strange. "Are you alight?"

[motherfuckaa]

If Hank clung any tighter, Star would probably be 2D by the time he let go again.

"I'm lonely," he muttered, keeping his voice down. That was the ultimate and sad irony. Here he was in paradise, poontang on tap, and he was lonelier than he'd ever been in his life.

[dueright]

Having already been up and about for hours at that point, Fraser wasn't hungry, but he did help himself to a glass of orange juice. He couldn't keep himself from glancing at what appeared to be a kinkajou seated at the table, but his attention was pulled away from the animal just as he brought his glass to his lips, stopping before drinking any.

Rather than take a sip, Fraser gave the contents in the glass a sniff in order to confirm his suspicion: there alcohol in his glass of orange juice.

Why was there alcohol in his glass of orange juice...?

[speakscanadian]

It was like watching it in slow-motion. As Ray saw Fraser lift the glass up, he was on the move already, reaching the refrigerator and removing a jug of untainted juice from it.

After the sniff, Ray took the glass from Fraser with one hand and replaced it with the new one right after.

"You drink that and you'll be singing musical numbers from the table top in ten minutes." Because Ray just knew Fraser would be a lightweight.

[dueright]

Despite holding the new glass in hand, Fraser kept his eyes on the one Ray had taken away from him. "You knew there was alcohol in it? How?"

He didn't think Ray would have given him a drink that had been tampered with, but that didn't stop him from sniffing that one as well. "Why is there alcohol in it?"

[speakscanadian]

"It's a Lew Ashby special," Ray explained, tipping the contents of the glass into the sink. "I've warned him about it before, but..." It was probably just luck that there had been no children needing their stomachs pumped in the mornings as yet. "His shift, his rules."