August 2 - A New Start (warning: kidfic!)
Title: A New Start
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (post Ultron, not Civil War compliant)
Characters: Avengers, Buffy, Xander, Willow, Dawn, Whistler
Rating: FRC - shouldn't be anything bad in there.
Word Count: 2740
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel, etc. All are used here without permission, no copyright infringement is intended
Summary: KID-FIC. De-aged Scoobies find a new home with the Avengers. And that about sums it up.
A New Start
by Beriaearwen
Dawn looked at the group in front of her and wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry or curse the Powers That Be since this had their hand all over it. Oh how she desired (never wished) to call down Whistler as her sister did and beat the truth out of the demon.
As if hearing her thoughts, said balance demon appeared next to her. “They're kings of the rug-rats,” he stated by way of greeting.
She may be in her mid-sixties, but Dawn Summers hadn't spent most of her life involved in the supernatural without developing some serious skills. She had no illusion that her punch was as strong as it had been thirty years ago, and knew it was nowhere near as strong as the weakest of slayer's, let alone her sister's, but it got her point across and she smiled slightly at the sound and feel of breaking bone under her fist.
“Ow!” Whistler cried, bringing a hand to his nose and backing away. “All these years I thought it was just the Slayer. Who know it was all you Summers women?”
Dawn crossed her arms. “This is your doing. Fix it. They paid their dues. God alone knows how they made it to seventy. They earned their rest! You will not take it away from them!”
“Hold on there Key. I'm just the messenger and if you kill me you won't get the message.”
With a nod for him to continue, Dawn waited to hear what new torture her sister and friends would suffer at the hands of the PTB.
“You're right. They earned their rest. They deserve their rest. We were even going to let them have it, but a need came up...”
“There is always a need,” Dawn retorted, her body tense. “After all these years there must be someone else who can fill it.”
Whistler's head tipped from side to side. “Yes and no,” he hedged. Something of her dissatisfaction with the answer must have shown on Dawn's face because he hurried on. “Yes, there are others who could do the job, but the chances of success, never all that great, dipped into the single digits and lower.” Seeing his words failed to calm her, he added, “They had a choice!”
Dawn paused in her advance toward the balance demon and looked at him through narrowed eyes. She knew the games that were played by the PTB and had to ask, “Were they aware of the choice and that they had to make a decision?”
With a strained, obviously fake laugh, Whistler held his hands up and backed away. “How 'aware' is aware?” he asked. “Stop! Stop! There's still more to tell!” he cried when Dawn, face dark as a thundercloud started to approach once more.
“Spit it out while you still have teeth,” the younger Summers sister spat out.
“Sheesh, again with the violence. They are needed for one last mission in another reality.”
“They are three!” Dawn screeched. “What kind of mission can a three year old complete? Not to mention they're all perfectly normal at three!”
“Not so much,” Whistler muttered under his breath. “Family,” was the answer he returned softly, relaxing slightly as some of the anger left the woman before him. “Look, I know what you all think of the PTB and so do they, but these three, even if they have overturned thousands of years of planning, deserve their rest. In this new world, they'll get to live, grow up with a family. They'll be doing more good than just the mission this way and there is a 100% guarantee that when the mission, when their lives are done, so are they.”
Dawn turned away from the demon and eyed the trio playing a game her grandchildren had just grown out of. She sighed. That was one thing she did have to admit. Despite how much they had all longed for it, none of them had ever found anyone with whom to share their lives. It was as if they were all doomed in the romance department. She had children and grandchildren and the three original Scoobies shared them and treated them as their own, but she still saw the sadness in their faces when they thought no one was looking. “Will they find love and have families of their own?”
Whistler shrugged, coming closer. “Even the Powers That Be don't mess around with love. Too volatile.”
Looking at the miniatures of her friends and sister, she knew them well enough to understand that if there was someone who truly needed them, they would be there. They would have each chosen to accept the mission regardless of any benefits simply because they knew no other way to live anymore. “Will they be happy?” she asked softly.
“Well, they won't have you, and no one can guarantee that - free will and whatnot - but yeah, they have a really good shot at it.”
Dawn nodded. “Can I say goodbye?”
Whistler paused and tilted his head before a smile appeared on his face. “Better. Since you've still got the key in you, you can go with them either to drop them off or to help them settle in. But you won't be de-aged as they are.
“And I have my own little ones to watch over,” she murmurred. “I'll drop them off and say goodbye. The kids and grandkids are going to need to know what happened and these three would want me here.”
“OK,” Whistler agreed. “I can give you a few minutes to say goodbye before the portal opens. You'll have only a few minutes on the other side. Don't worry. The people they're going to first don't have the most ordinary lives, but they are good people and it's where those three need to be. And it's not as harsh a world as this one.”
Dawn nodded and moved forward to the trio of children. She pushed back her tears at the thought of saying goodbye to Willow, Xander and Buffy, but she knew this was what they'd chosen, consciously or not, and she knew that one more lifetime meant little in the life beyond this one. She would wait.
Murmuring to the trio, she told them to hold hands. With Xander holding her left and Willow his other hand, and Buffy's small hand held firmly in her right, she nodded to Whistler who opened th portal.
Her eyebrows twitched upwards at the site on the other side.
With little other reaction, she stepped through, bringing the three children with her. As they appeared, the training activity in the room stopped. Dawn smirked. She recognized who these people were. They were nothing more than comic book characters in her world and if they were even remotely like their comic book counterparts, the trio were in for a fun and interesting time.
Already feeling a tug from the other side of the portal, she knew there wasn't much time. “Addressing the group, she told them, “These are three of the best warriors from our world. They have been returned to their childhood because they have agreed to come to this world and aid it. They are precious. They are my family. Take care of them, love them, accept them and they wil never betray you.
Drawing the children to her, she hugged them each once more, holding a little longer to Buffy who she kissed on the forehead. Looking into of the little faces, she told them, “Those people over there will be your new family. Fighting back tears she choked out, “Be good.” Her eyes drifted up to the still shocked adults once more and she smirked before turning back to the three children. “If you can't be good, be awesome and always be yourselves.” With one final kiss to each of their foreheads, she released the children and stepped back through the portal which closed behind her.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
The Avengers stood staring at the three young children. Not the most unusual thing they had ever seen, but they certainly weren't set up to handle three little kids.
Natasha heard Steve mutter, “Where's Clint when you need him,” and smirked. Her smile broadened as she took in the trio before her. They were their own little team.
The three children stood with the small blonde in front of the other two, the redhead and brunet flanking her on either side, but far enough away that she would be able to move without touching them.
Her team stood with Steve in front, herself and Sam flanking either side, far enough away to allow movement without interfering with each other, and the others lined up in a wedge formation on either side. For a small child, the blonde was giving them a look that was fierce, suspicious and evaluating. It was adorable.
“I'm Buffy,” she finally declared. “These are my friends Willow and Xander. The nice lady said you would be our new family.”
Natasha saw the little one's chin quiver slightly. She suppressed a laugh as she saw Steve begin to get a panicked look on his face at the potential tears.
Setting down his shield, he moved forward and knelt down near her.
“I'm Steve,” he said. “These are my team and there's no need for tears, honest.”
Buffy shifted all of her attention to him and studied him before stepping forward. “Are you my new Daddy?” she asked, her voice very soft and trembling.
“Well... I...” Steve stammered.
“Yes, he is,” Wanda confirmed.
Natasha shook her head. They didn't know the full extent of Wanda's abilities, but they already knew not to question such statements.
Buffy turned back to her friends and nodded before throwing herself in Steve's arms.
Taking their queue from Buffy, Willow walked over to where Vision and Wanda stood side by side. “I saw you flying,” she said to both of them. “Can you do it again? Can you show me how?”
Vision blinked in confusion for a moment before opening his mouth to explain the whys and wherefores of how they flew. Wanda just laughed and picked up the little redhead. “Yes, we can do it again. I'll even carry you for a bit, but how we fly will take a lot longer to discuss.”
“OK,” Willow agreed happily.
Natasha arched an eyebrow as the boy walked up to her without a trace of fear with his dark hair flopping slightly in his eyes and a wide smile on his face.
“You're very pretty, lady,” he said.
Charmed, Natasha replied, “Thank you.”
He didn't say anything else, just held his arms up.
Natasha felt a swell of various emotions swarm through her as she recognized the universal sign for “pick me up” and obliged the boy, settling him on her hip. As she did so, he caught sight of Rhodey still in his War Machine armor and Xander's eyes grew wide.
“Are you a robot?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.
Rhodey wore an indulgent smile. “No, it's a suit that I wear that lets me do alots of cool stuff.”
“Can I try?” Xander asked, reaching out a hand to touch it, fascinated.
“Er... I don't have any in your size,” Rhodey deferred.
“Can I when I'm bigger?”
“We'll see,” Rhodey replied.
Xander tore his eyes away from the metal and rested his head on his new mommy's shoulder. He would have to be sure to tell her she was his mommy later. But that brought another question to mind. “Are you my Daddy?”
Rhodey choked and Natasha worked hard to hide her amusement.
“Uh, no. You can call me Uncle Rhodey.”
“K,” Xander agreed happily, snuggling closer to his mom, which made her arms tighten slightly.
Buffy had calmed down enough that she stepped out of her Daddy's ares and looked him over. Her brow furrowed. “You dress funny,” she said, taking in his uniform.
Steve chuckled at that. “These are my work clothes. I have other clothes for non-work.” He worried slightly as Buffy's eyes grew wider.
“You let people see you in this? Oh, Daddy. We need to go shopping for better clothes.”
“We'll talk about that later, Buffy. In the mean time, I need to introduce you and your friends to my team and to several other people.”
“OK,” Buffy agreed slowly, taking Steve's hand as he stood and headed back to the group.
When he was a few feet away, he stopped and looked at the groupings as Sam walked up to him. He didn't notice when Buffy let go of his hand.
“What are we going to do with them?” Sam asked. “We're not exactly set up for this.”
“No, not yet,” Steve admitted. “But we just watched them come through a portal from another dimension and were informed they were great warriors. Do you really want anyone else training them?”
Sam thought that over a few minutes. “Can't say I do. You ready to be a father?”
“Is any man?” Steve asked. “It won't be easy, but we'll have to manage.” His eyes drifted over to where Xander rested in Natasha's arms. He nodded toward the pair who stood next to Rhodey.
Sam clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I think this could be really good for us.”
“Daddy?” Buffy interrupted, drawing the men's attention to her. “I brought you your shield. Can we get something to eat now?”
Both men were momentarily speechless as the three year old held up Steve's shield. Granted it wasn't that far off the ground, she was too short for it to be, but it was off the ground. Looking at her, she was just about the right size to curl up and sleep inside of it, so she absolutely should not have been able to lift it.
“Guess I can see why you were chosen,” Sam murmured softly.
“Thank you,” Steve finally said to Buffy, taking the shield from her and offering his free hand. Looking at Sam, he said, “Why we were chosen. You were chosen too.” Feeling Buffy tug on his hand, he looked down.
“Who is this, Daddy? He's got pretty wings. Can I touch them? Can I have some?”
“This is Sam, Buffy. He's...” Steve's eyes glanced up at the man. “He's a very good friend, almost a brother.”
“Oh,” Buffy said, eyes wide as she looked at the other man. “Hi, Uncle Sam. I like your wings. They're very pretty. Can I try them on sometime?”
Sam blinked at the question, his mind adjusting to the change of his reality. Cap saw him as a brother and he now, somehow, had a niece. “Uh... Hi, Buffy. Thank you for liking my wings. You need to be much bigger before you can use wings like this.
“Bigger like four?” she asked, eyes wide and pleading.
“Bigger like twenty,” Steve corrected, having seen the panic rising in Sam;s eyes.
“Twenty!” Buffy whined. “That's forever. I'll be old by then.”
Both men exchanged amused smirks. “Well, as sad as that is,” Sam replied, “Those are the rules.”
Buffy's bottom lip came out in a slight pout as her foot scuffed the ground. “Stupid rules,” she muttered. Letting out a sigh, she asked, “Can we get some food? I'm hungry.”
“Sure thing,” Steve answered. “Everyone,” he called, though he didn't so much raise his voice as project it. “I think it's time we took a break and had some lunch. We'll cancel training for the rest of the day. It seems something much more important has come up.”
The others agreed and headed toward the cafeteria for lunch.
End.
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Avengers (post Ultron, not Civil War compliant)
Characters: Avengers, Buffy, Xander, Willow, Dawn, Whistler
Rating: FRC - shouldn't be anything bad in there.
Word Count: 2740
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy The Vampire Slayer belong to Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of the Avengers belong to Marvel, etc. All are used here without permission, no copyright infringement is intended
Summary: KID-FIC. De-aged Scoobies find a new home with the Avengers. And that about sums it up.
A New Start
by Beriaearwen
Dawn looked at the group in front of her and wasn't sure whether to laugh, cry or curse the Powers That Be since this had their hand all over it. Oh how she desired (never wished) to call down Whistler as her sister did and beat the truth out of the demon.
As if hearing her thoughts, said balance demon appeared next to her. “They're kings of the rug-rats,” he stated by way of greeting.
She may be in her mid-sixties, but Dawn Summers hadn't spent most of her life involved in the supernatural without developing some serious skills. She had no illusion that her punch was as strong as it had been thirty years ago, and knew it was nowhere near as strong as the weakest of slayer's, let alone her sister's, but it got her point across and she smiled slightly at the sound and feel of breaking bone under her fist.
“Ow!” Whistler cried, bringing a hand to his nose and backing away. “All these years I thought it was just the Slayer. Who know it was all you Summers women?”
Dawn crossed her arms. “This is your doing. Fix it. They paid their dues. God alone knows how they made it to seventy. They earned their rest! You will not take it away from them!”
“Hold on there Key. I'm just the messenger and if you kill me you won't get the message.”
With a nod for him to continue, Dawn waited to hear what new torture her sister and friends would suffer at the hands of the PTB.
“You're right. They earned their rest. They deserve their rest. We were even going to let them have it, but a need came up...”
“There is always a need,” Dawn retorted, her body tense. “After all these years there must be someone else who can fill it.”
Whistler's head tipped from side to side. “Yes and no,” he hedged. Something of her dissatisfaction with the answer must have shown on Dawn's face because he hurried on. “Yes, there are others who could do the job, but the chances of success, never all that great, dipped into the single digits and lower.” Seeing his words failed to calm her, he added, “They had a choice!”
Dawn paused in her advance toward the balance demon and looked at him through narrowed eyes. She knew the games that were played by the PTB and had to ask, “Were they aware of the choice and that they had to make a decision?”
With a strained, obviously fake laugh, Whistler held his hands up and backed away. “How 'aware' is aware?” he asked. “Stop! Stop! There's still more to tell!” he cried when Dawn, face dark as a thundercloud started to approach once more.
“Spit it out while you still have teeth,” the younger Summers sister spat out.
“Sheesh, again with the violence. They are needed for one last mission in another reality.”
“They are three!” Dawn screeched. “What kind of mission can a three year old complete? Not to mention they're all perfectly normal at three!”
“Not so much,” Whistler muttered under his breath. “Family,” was the answer he returned softly, relaxing slightly as some of the anger left the woman before him. “Look, I know what you all think of the PTB and so do they, but these three, even if they have overturned thousands of years of planning, deserve their rest. In this new world, they'll get to live, grow up with a family. They'll be doing more good than just the mission this way and there is a 100% guarantee that when the mission, when their lives are done, so are they.”
Dawn turned away from the demon and eyed the trio playing a game her grandchildren had just grown out of. She sighed. That was one thing she did have to admit. Despite how much they had all longed for it, none of them had ever found anyone with whom to share their lives. It was as if they were all doomed in the romance department. She had children and grandchildren and the three original Scoobies shared them and treated them as their own, but she still saw the sadness in their faces when they thought no one was looking. “Will they find love and have families of their own?”
Whistler shrugged, coming closer. “Even the Powers That Be don't mess around with love. Too volatile.”
Looking at the miniatures of her friends and sister, she knew them well enough to understand that if there was someone who truly needed them, they would be there. They would have each chosen to accept the mission regardless of any benefits simply because they knew no other way to live anymore. “Will they be happy?” she asked softly.
“Well, they won't have you, and no one can guarantee that - free will and whatnot - but yeah, they have a really good shot at it.”
Dawn nodded. “Can I say goodbye?”
Whistler paused and tilted his head before a smile appeared on his face. “Better. Since you've still got the key in you, you can go with them either to drop them off or to help them settle in. But you won't be de-aged as they are.
“And I have my own little ones to watch over,” she murmurred. “I'll drop them off and say goodbye. The kids and grandkids are going to need to know what happened and these three would want me here.”
“OK,” Whistler agreed. “I can give you a few minutes to say goodbye before the portal opens. You'll have only a few minutes on the other side. Don't worry. The people they're going to first don't have the most ordinary lives, but they are good people and it's where those three need to be. And it's not as harsh a world as this one.”
Dawn nodded and moved forward to the trio of children. She pushed back her tears at the thought of saying goodbye to Willow, Xander and Buffy, but she knew this was what they'd chosen, consciously or not, and she knew that one more lifetime meant little in the life beyond this one. She would wait.
Murmuring to the trio, she told them to hold hands. With Xander holding her left and Willow his other hand, and Buffy's small hand held firmly in her right, she nodded to Whistler who opened th portal.
Her eyebrows twitched upwards at the site on the other side.
With little other reaction, she stepped through, bringing the three children with her. As they appeared, the training activity in the room stopped. Dawn smirked. She recognized who these people were. They were nothing more than comic book characters in her world and if they were even remotely like their comic book counterparts, the trio were in for a fun and interesting time.
Already feeling a tug from the other side of the portal, she knew there wasn't much time. “Addressing the group, she told them, “These are three of the best warriors from our world. They have been returned to their childhood because they have agreed to come to this world and aid it. They are precious. They are my family. Take care of them, love them, accept them and they wil never betray you.
Drawing the children to her, she hugged them each once more, holding a little longer to Buffy who she kissed on the forehead. Looking into of the little faces, she told them, “Those people over there will be your new family. Fighting back tears she choked out, “Be good.” Her eyes drifted up to the still shocked adults once more and she smirked before turning back to the three children. “If you can't be good, be awesome and always be yourselves.” With one final kiss to each of their foreheads, she released the children and stepped back through the portal which closed behind her.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
The Avengers stood staring at the three young children. Not the most unusual thing they had ever seen, but they certainly weren't set up to handle three little kids.
Natasha heard Steve mutter, “Where's Clint when you need him,” and smirked. Her smile broadened as she took in the trio before her. They were their own little team.
The three children stood with the small blonde in front of the other two, the redhead and brunet flanking her on either side, but far enough away that she would be able to move without touching them.
Her team stood with Steve in front, herself and Sam flanking either side, far enough away to allow movement without interfering with each other, and the others lined up in a wedge formation on either side. For a small child, the blonde was giving them a look that was fierce, suspicious and evaluating. It was adorable.
“I'm Buffy,” she finally declared. “These are my friends Willow and Xander. The nice lady said you would be our new family.”
Natasha saw the little one's chin quiver slightly. She suppressed a laugh as she saw Steve begin to get a panicked look on his face at the potential tears.
Setting down his shield, he moved forward and knelt down near her.
“I'm Steve,” he said. “These are my team and there's no need for tears, honest.”
Buffy shifted all of her attention to him and studied him before stepping forward. “Are you my new Daddy?” she asked, her voice very soft and trembling.
“Well... I...” Steve stammered.
“Yes, he is,” Wanda confirmed.
Natasha shook her head. They didn't know the full extent of Wanda's abilities, but they already knew not to question such statements.
Buffy turned back to her friends and nodded before throwing herself in Steve's arms.
Taking their queue from Buffy, Willow walked over to where Vision and Wanda stood side by side. “I saw you flying,” she said to both of them. “Can you do it again? Can you show me how?”
Vision blinked in confusion for a moment before opening his mouth to explain the whys and wherefores of how they flew. Wanda just laughed and picked up the little redhead. “Yes, we can do it again. I'll even carry you for a bit, but how we fly will take a lot longer to discuss.”
“OK,” Willow agreed happily.
Natasha arched an eyebrow as the boy walked up to her without a trace of fear with his dark hair flopping slightly in his eyes and a wide smile on his face.
“You're very pretty, lady,” he said.
Charmed, Natasha replied, “Thank you.”
He didn't say anything else, just held his arms up.
Natasha felt a swell of various emotions swarm through her as she recognized the universal sign for “pick me up” and obliged the boy, settling him on her hip. As she did so, he caught sight of Rhodey still in his War Machine armor and Xander's eyes grew wide.
“Are you a robot?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.
Rhodey wore an indulgent smile. “No, it's a suit that I wear that lets me do alots of cool stuff.”
“Can I try?” Xander asked, reaching out a hand to touch it, fascinated.
“Er... I don't have any in your size,” Rhodey deferred.
“Can I when I'm bigger?”
“We'll see,” Rhodey replied.
Xander tore his eyes away from the metal and rested his head on his new mommy's shoulder. He would have to be sure to tell her she was his mommy later. But that brought another question to mind. “Are you my Daddy?”
Rhodey choked and Natasha worked hard to hide her amusement.
“Uh, no. You can call me Uncle Rhodey.”
“K,” Xander agreed happily, snuggling closer to his mom, which made her arms tighten slightly.
Buffy had calmed down enough that she stepped out of her Daddy's ares and looked him over. Her brow furrowed. “You dress funny,” she said, taking in his uniform.
Steve chuckled at that. “These are my work clothes. I have other clothes for non-work.” He worried slightly as Buffy's eyes grew wider.
“You let people see you in this? Oh, Daddy. We need to go shopping for better clothes.”
“We'll talk about that later, Buffy. In the mean time, I need to introduce you and your friends to my team and to several other people.”
“OK,” Buffy agreed slowly, taking Steve's hand as he stood and headed back to the group.
When he was a few feet away, he stopped and looked at the groupings as Sam walked up to him. He didn't notice when Buffy let go of his hand.
“What are we going to do with them?” Sam asked. “We're not exactly set up for this.”
“No, not yet,” Steve admitted. “But we just watched them come through a portal from another dimension and were informed they were great warriors. Do you really want anyone else training them?”
Sam thought that over a few minutes. “Can't say I do. You ready to be a father?”
“Is any man?” Steve asked. “It won't be easy, but we'll have to manage.” His eyes drifted over to where Xander rested in Natasha's arms. He nodded toward the pair who stood next to Rhodey.
Sam clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I think this could be really good for us.”
“Daddy?” Buffy interrupted, drawing the men's attention to her. “I brought you your shield. Can we get something to eat now?”
Both men were momentarily speechless as the three year old held up Steve's shield. Granted it wasn't that far off the ground, she was too short for it to be, but it was off the ground. Looking at her, she was just about the right size to curl up and sleep inside of it, so she absolutely should not have been able to lift it.
“Guess I can see why you were chosen,” Sam murmured softly.
“Thank you,” Steve finally said to Buffy, taking the shield from her and offering his free hand. Looking at Sam, he said, “Why we were chosen. You were chosen too.” Feeling Buffy tug on his hand, he looked down.
“Who is this, Daddy? He's got pretty wings. Can I touch them? Can I have some?”
“This is Sam, Buffy. He's...” Steve's eyes glanced up at the man. “He's a very good friend, almost a brother.”
“Oh,” Buffy said, eyes wide as she looked at the other man. “Hi, Uncle Sam. I like your wings. They're very pretty. Can I try them on sometime?”
Sam blinked at the question, his mind adjusting to the change of his reality. Cap saw him as a brother and he now, somehow, had a niece. “Uh... Hi, Buffy. Thank you for liking my wings. You need to be much bigger before you can use wings like this.
“Bigger like four?” she asked, eyes wide and pleading.
“Bigger like twenty,” Steve corrected, having seen the panic rising in Sam;s eyes.
“Twenty!” Buffy whined. “That's forever. I'll be old by then.”
Both men exchanged amused smirks. “Well, as sad as that is,” Sam replied, “Those are the rules.”
Buffy's bottom lip came out in a slight pout as her foot scuffed the ground. “Stupid rules,” she muttered. Letting out a sigh, she asked, “Can we get some food? I'm hungry.”
“Sure thing,” Steve answered. “Everyone,” he called, though he didn't so much raise his voice as project it. “I think it's time we took a break and had some lunch. We'll cancel training for the rest of the day. It seems something much more important has come up.”
The others agreed and headed toward the cafeteria for lunch.
End.