Kitty and Miles and Lockheed and PEANUT BUTTER

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"Yes, yes, I know you're hungry," Kitty told the piteously crying little dragon in her arms. "It was very mean of me to go all the way to class after only giving you ten eggs for breakfast and not come back until lunch time. Shush. We're going to the kitchen. If you're lucky, Lorna will be there and you'll get even more food than I would give you."

The chatter did seem to get Lockheed to quiet down, at least a little. Or maybe it was their obvious proximity to the kitchen, and the wonderful smells coming from it.

Busily making himself a peanut butter sandwhich, Miles never registered anything more than the sound of someome walking in the room - a far cry from his first days at the mansion where any motion was apt to have him run for cover. The plaintive meeps of hunger however translated only too well for him and he turned around, one hand on the counter to keep from overbalancing and fall off the chair he was using to reach the proper height... and stared.

"So, I assume you want meat, yes Lockheed? Oh, hey Miles," Kitty added, looking up. "How are you doing?" She was getting pretty blase about being stared at. It wasn't like any other reaction was all that reasonable, given her new pet was a dragon.

"Miles is making a peanut butter and banana sandwhich," the little boy answered slowly, head tilting to the side as he peered at the creeling dragon. "Miles was hungry..." and then his expression brightened as he looked up at Kitty. "Would Kitty want to share a sandwhich?" His eyes flicked to the dragon again, though clearly he was trying to be polite about it.

"A sandwich sounds lovely to me, although I think the glutton here will want more than that. You haven't met yet. Miles, this is Lockheed. Lockheed, Miles."

Lockheed eyed the little boy warrily. Kitty hadn't seen fit to reiterate the 'no eating' rules, so there was a good chance this one wouldn't try to either attack him or eat him (which seemed to happen with an unfair regularity whenever thoes rules came up), but when one was as small as Lockheed was, it paid to be cautious. Finally deciding that the 'sandwich' thing was probably all the food this one wanted (as it seemed to have defeated the 'fridge' and could presumably have all the food in the world which issued from it) he extended his snout and snuffled, trying to get a scent.

With a small smile, Miles extended one hand in almost shy greeting, the other hand still resting on the countertop to balance himself, which was the Rule whenever he climbed up on the chair. There was a bit of peanut butter on his thumb but he didn't think the baby dragon would mind all that much, although he remembered the BIG dragon only too well. "Hello Lockheed! Miles thinks Lockheed is very pret- cute."

Oh. Admiration and new smells. This was promising. Lockheed wuffled at the proffered hand and caught the scent of something new and interesting. It smelled tasty. Not 'oooh ooh food gotta eat it' tasty, but 'this could be good' tasty. And it was different from the boy smell. Could he taste it if he didn't try to eat the boy?

Kitty giggled at the puzzled expression on Lockheed's face. "That's peanut butter," she said as he sniffed and sniffed at Miles' thumb. "I don't know if you'll like it or not. Knowing you, you'd eat it even if you didn't like it."

Miles grinned at the look on the dragon's face - he knew it only too well. "Miles thinks new foods are fun," he whispered conspiratorially to Lockheed, not moving his hand at all, clearly unworried in the least. "If Lockheed likes peanut butter, Miles can share his sandwhich with him." And then the boy looked up, as though struck by an afterthought. "If Kitty says yes." There, that was better.

"Yeah, it's ok. Carefully, Lockheed," she added, although she doubted he needed the warning.

With one more mighty wuffle Lockheed made up his mind. A remarkably snake-like tongue darted out to lick up the glob of 'peanut butter' on the Miles-thing's hand. The 'peanut butter' was soon in his mouth, and Lockheed started not-quite chewing on it. It was chewy, but it definitely fell under the tasty catagory.

Kitty giggled again at the lip smacking sounds. "Hey Miles, I think he likes it."

A little boy giggle joined her own, Miles grinning widely. "Miles thinks Kitty should know that everyone likes peanut butter," he said, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. Of course, it wasn't the easiest thing to eat - Miles remembered only too well the first time he'd had some when he'd arrived at the mansion, everything still tasting so very much for him back then - as it still did now. He reached out carefully with his other hand, fingertips brushing lightly against the end of a wing tip curiously.

New smells, new foods, admiration and petting? Miles was rapidly moving up the ranks of Lockheed's 'favorite people' list. He angled his back to give the hand a better access to his favorite scritchy spot.

"Silly little guy," Kitty said, depositing the dragon on the counter near Miles. "Tell you what, Miles. You share your sandwich and I'll heat up some of the beefstew I saw in the fridge this morning. That has some chance of satisfying the bottomless stomache here. Stop that, Lockheed," she added as he started craning his neck towards the peanut butter jar. "If you wriggle too much you'll fall off the counter."

Miles never really stopped petting the dragon even as Kitty transferred him to the counter, utterly fascinated. "Miles can do that," he answered almost absently, smiling at Lockheed and pausing just a moment to carefully finish his sandwhich and cut it in half. He then cut one of the halves in smaller pieces, offering a small one to Lockheed from the flat of his hand while taking a bite of his own half. He kept a careful eye on the dragon at the same time, Kitty's comment about the creature falling off the counter reminding him of the Rule - hrm. One hand offering food, the other holding a sandwich. Not Good. He set his slice down and settled for feeding Lockheed his half and eating once that was done.

It didn't take that long at all for Lockheed to take the profered sandwich, allowing it to distract him from the peanut butter jar. However, it was going to take much, much longer for him to actually eat it, he discovered. The smacking noises resumed as Kitty pulled out the beefstew and dumped it all into one of the soup pots, turning the stove on. "Do you want anything else, Miles? Honestly, I could keep preparing food for days and he'd keep on eating, but there's no reason we shouldn't be the ones to say what he, and similarly, we, eat."

"Miles is good," was the firm reply, although he did slide a look at the beefstew curiously - nope, he'd had that before, he remembered. "Kitty is very nice." He looked at the Lockheed doing his level best to vanquish the gobs of peanut hidden in the bread, and giggled a bit. His hands were free now so he resumed eating his own sandwhich.

"Is that a you do want some of this 'good' or a you don't want any of this 'good'?" Kitty asked, giving the pot another stir before heading over to pull bowls out of one of the cupboards.

...Kitty clearly understood Miles speak. Sheepishly, he grinned up at her. "Miles thinks the sandwhich is enough although Miles would not mind tasting the stew." He had given half his sandwhich after all. Hopefully Lockheed wouldn't mind, he thought, giving the baby dragon a thoughtful look.

"A taste, huh?" Kitty arched an eyebrow at Miles, then grinned. Testing to make sure the stew was properly warmed, she dished out two proper, human sized servings before dumping the rest of the stew into the widest mouthed bowl she could find and setting all three on the table. She scooped up the dragon and deposited him on the table near his bowl before turning back to Miles. "Need any help getting down from there?"

This was maddening. There was meat smell all around him, and three bowls which he could reach, and Kitty was not watching him to make sure he didn't eat it all before she could get some. Normally this would be the perfect situaiton for Lockheed. But.

There was still. Peanut butter. In. His. Mouth.

Kitty would have laughed herself half to death if she could see the look on Lockheed's face. It was just as well her back was turned.

As it was, Miles gave him away, staring over the counter after pausing on his way down with widening eyes. "Miles thinks Locheed nee-eehee hee hee hee!" Clinging to the counter and trying desperately to stop laughing so as to not offend the baby dragon, Miles pointed at him so that Kitty could see and help him. Because not being able to get to food was bad. Only even Miles had to admit this was very very Funny.

Kitty turned around to see what Miles was laughing at. Unlike Miles, she was not nearly so worried about offending Lockheed's dignity - after all, she'd seen just how badly his first attempts at flight had gone. The giggling started immideatly, and it seemed it wouldn't ever really stop, although she did manage to gasp out, "Poor Lockhee... hee... heed. Here... Let's get you some milk," in between the laughter.

Wounded dignity was something Lockheed was good at. Dragon's naturally had a lot of dignity, and he had had many, many opportunities since hatching in which to have his wounded. But not even a dragon could pull of wounded dignity while trying to unglue his mouth from peanut butter.

Miles eventualy managed to stop, although he still lapsed into giggles now and then, until he slid onto his seat at the table, peeking at the peeved dragonet on the table. "Miles did that too the first time he had peanut peanut," he said.

"I think everyone does that, sooner or later," Kitty said, pouring out a bit of milk into a dish. "Here, this will help." She set the milk down in front of Lockheed and dropped into her seat.

Lockheed considered the dish of white stuff, then seemed to shrug his shoulders. If Kitty said it was ok... He waddled a little bit closer then dipped his snout in the liquid, slurping at it. Actually, it was pretty good.

Thanking Kitty, Miles sampled the beef stew (good, of course, since Lorna had prepared it), giving his food all the attention it deserved while Lockheed sorted out the dilemma that was peanut butter.

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I am now dead. Dead is me. Dead from laughing. I am pushing up the daisies and would have joined the choir invisible except that I am still laughing too hard to sing.

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This killed me too, honestly. The deadest part of all happened while I was at work.

Luckily, they are used to me bursting out in helpless (or manical) laughter there now. ;)