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[ it's after his meet-up with his supervisor that he gets a call from robin to babysit alice. of course he says 'yes' -- he has nothing planned for the day & would never consciously turn down time with his niece. & like he told robin before, more free air should do him some good; who knows, if he's feeling better in mind, the body might follow. (he didn't really believe that since the damage from the accident has been said to be absolute, but a little bit of feigned hope wasn't too heavy to carry around.)

that's the context to their current scenario: at the park with alice, doing whatever she wants until it's time for lunch & ice cream. time with uncle nick is the time to get spoiled, so he doesn't worry too much about feeding her nutritional things; he's pretty sure his ~~mom~~ sis has that covered anyway. ]

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[ tosses him a halfhearted glare over his shoulder. ]

Normal people can last on half of what you brought.

[ turns back to the food, popping the chicken into the oven. ]

And normal people usually eat more than you do. [ pulls out a paper (the recipe for the pie) from his pocket, looking over it. ] Plus Robin and I have an agreement. While I'm gone, she makes sure you eat more than a bagel. When I come back for winter break, I'll take over!

[ stares for a little while longer & then snorts in amusement. turns back to putting the rest of the food in his fridge. ]

Am I going to be potty trained next?

Nope! [ wipes his hands off on a dishtowel, wandering on over to put his arms around his middle. playfully rubs his face into his back, gently headbutting once. ] But you're going to get a lot of hugs.

[ grunts for show, shifting a bit so both of them don't go crashing head-first into the fridge. ]

Better hugs than extra calories. [ gives one of lyssa's hand a light pat. ] Don't want to compete in fat percentage with that lady of yours.

[ rests against him anyway, closing his eyes. ]

My lady is perfect and flawless in her beauty.

[ leans back slightly so that he can close the fridge door, but doesn't push lyssa away otherwise. ]

So you've said. [ multiple times. & he's tried to see this beauty of hers, he really did -- he just can't find it in a ball-o-fat with little nub-paws. ]

[ he'll keep his hold on him, then, only this time he peeks to try and see his face. ]

I'll show you her someday. The photos don't do her justice.

[ his face is exactly as it always is. though his eyebrows are trying to escape past his hairline at lyssa's statements. ]

Has she always been that-- size?

[ blinks, looking thoughtful. ]

I think she was smaller when she was a kitten...

I meant during adulthood.

Of course! She has always appreciated good food.

Or too much food. [ which seems to be a pattern in the family. only, they don't become as round as that cat. ]

[ unhooks an arm from around nick to wave him off a little. ]

It's fine, it's fine. Danielle said she's perfectly healthy!

Huh. Guess I shouldn't argue with Snow White. [ finally lifts a hand to give lyssa's own a pat. ] Going to let me up anytime soon?

But I'm so comfortable...

[ lets go anyway, scooting back over to the food he has yet to start on. ]

[ gets to his feet & starts exercising his fingers while glancing over at the food. ]

. . . You want any help?

That would be wonderful. [ points over at the squash, zucchini, and onion over to the right of him. ] Would you like to chop those up for me? Rounds are fine, it doesn't have to have any particular shape.

[ nods & meanders on over, setting up the chopping block before reaching for the knife & said vegetables. ]

So does this dish have a name, or are we going with 'chicken'?

Baked chicken and herbs! [ gestures with a hand at what nick's doing. ] But that's just a side dish, even if I think you'll like it. My pie-making skills are superb as well, so your taste buds should brace themselves for impact.

[ nods along, going a little slow with the chopping out of caution for his fingers. ]

Nah. They like being surprised.

[ salutes him briefly. ]

Whatever you say, sir!

[ quirks a smile, but doesn't look up, focusing on the task at hand. once everything is chopped up in (slightly) mismatched sizes, he glances over at lyssa. ]

Anything else, chef?

[ points at the pack of bread rolls sitting on the counter, taking the cut up vegetables and dumping them into a saucepan. ]

Place those on a cooking sheet? We'll pop it in the oven about 20 minutes before the chicken is done.

[ does as he's instructed, lining up the bread rolls as he's once seen robin do it once. eventually though, he runs out of space, so he simply begins to squish them close together. leans away from it when he's done, not wanting to disturb the bread rolls anymore.

steps closer so that he can reach the sink, washing his hands slowly. ]

Next time, we'll just make sandwiches.