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Once Kara got out of the cells and only kind of bolted for the Door, she couldn't get back to the Bar for a few days. She was sort of surprised she missed it, but hey, here it is. Coolness.

First things first - she leaves a long overdue note with Bar.

I turned myself in and did cell time for the fight in the woods. You don't have to, because I worked that out with the girl who took me in, so I'm hoping that you're satisfied with that.

I know it probably won't matter to you, but I am sorry. I hope you're doing okay.

- Supergirl

After that, Kara heads outside to study for Claire's math quiz. One small, blonde, cross-legged levitating girl in an entirely seasonable crop top and shorts is hanging out by the lake as she pours over her mostly borrowed notes.

This, she reflects, would probably be easier if she'd ever taken a test she could remember before that didn't involve hitting things with cars or identifying the silhouettes of weaponry.

Distractions will bring her grade down, but she'll be grateful anyway.

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"Hey, cross-species communication is something I have a knack for," she points out, "I learned human too, didn't I? And I don't want these guys to be saying stuff about me I don't understand. Doesn't seem fair, really."

And then she's going to enjoy this sleepy fluff ball experience, thank you.

Spoon laughs, rolling on the ground until his head is near Kara's. Pack animal, what can he say? If she were Ace, Wells, Annie, Nelly, or Cooper Spoon'd stick his head on her stomach too. "Fair enough. Mostly they just hope you'll drop biscuits for them. And they like the way you pet."

"...well, I like the way they are pettable," Kara says, looking down at them fondly, "And, um, will start carrying biscuits around. See? We need to be able to talk to each other or I can't totally make them fat, slow, and complacent with my city slicker ignorance of proper puppy care." Kara wouldn't mind the head on her stomach. It just wouldn't occur to her that could be weird.

Spoon will probably mention this to Ace. If Ace goes eh, whatever, puppy pile, it will happen next time. Spoon does not, ever, want Ace to worry. She does that over silly things. "They get half a biscuit each, unless they've done something very special that ties in to their training. For instance Rasia has problems knowing who to bark at. She gets a whole one if she stays quiet in the bar. Stepan has sitting problems, so he gets a whole one if he sits still when told to."

Ace is a girlfriend. Kara has gathered that girlfriends are kind of crazy. It may be hormonal. "Good to know," Kara says, lifting her head to push her hair down and out of the way - she has a lot of hair, which is now full of plant life and dirt. Whatever.

She plops her head back down and looks up at the sky for a while, quietly.

"You seriously kind of invited me to your house. That is so cool."

"Don't think mum will object. I think having werewolf stomachs to feed is one of the best things ever in her mind. We eat a lot. She loves to feed people." Spoon laughs, softly, "Might make you learn to cook, though. She keeps hoping...I chop vegetables. Ace sometimes starts the kettle."

"...I have burned ice," Kara warns, "Like, for serious. Can I not cook and say I did? I could...steal pies from people who know how to make them? Like, off of windowsills. But I'd leave money, so it'd be okay."

"Just don't tell her that. You'll never get free. She taught me to make fudge." Fudge and leftovers are about all Spoon can make.

And tea. Fudge, leftovers, and tea.

The basic components of any healthy diet.

"I have no doubt whatsoever that your mom has skills beyond my understanding," she says, lightly skating her fingertips over the puppies' backs, "You know, with...measuring cups and little...toothpick things. But I am like, superincapable in a kitchen. Boomer won't let me use his at his apartment anymore."

"Mum loves challenges." Spoon assures her, "If you see her, you should meet her. She's shorter than me, reddish hair, puppy fur all over her clothing, and a gold wedding ring."

"I...did run into her," Kara says, squirming a little, because...that didn't go so great, "I don't know that I made such a great impression, actually. I was all..." Kara's hands flutter in the air. "Sucky and weird."

"Kara?" Spoon eyes her, "Mum lives with me. If there's one thing she understands, its being confused and weird. First day she ever saw me I threw up by the side of the road and burst into tears. At least twice. Then started carrying a fuckin' blanket around. Did that for days."

"Mm," Kara says, and since they're so close it's not hard to end up with her head lightly touching his, "Yeah. And, I mean...yeah."

He's fine with that. He really is. "Yeah. Mum's seen weirder, I can promise. She's the fuckin' heart of a family full of nutcases, as long as you didn't try to hurt anyone around her she'll be alright with you."

"I really want her to like me," Kara says - she wouldn't actually admit that to anybody else, but there it is, "I just...I really want your family to like me. That's important, you know?"

"I know." Spoon says, "I feel like that about Ace's family, and about me biological parents. Been talking to them once a week. They want me to visit."

"Really?" Kara tilts her head and smiles. "That's cool. If, um, it is cool. Is it cool?"

"Dunno as I'm ready, yet." He says honestly, lighting a new fag (he has to do that regularly), "But we're talking about it. Thinking in June. Can I have a photograph before then?" He's got the kids, mum and da' and Phils and Susan and Phils' husband, and Zuko's puppies. He's got Ace, Raven, Moiraine, and Magic. He's got Cooper and Nelly.

It takes a minute to divine what he means from that, but she eventually clues in.

"Well, yeah," she says, "What kind do you want? Claire, Kara, or Supergirl?"

There is actually a fourth option, but Spoon hasn't met Flamebird. Kara very sincerely hopes no one ever meets Flamebird again, and also that she just dies or goes away or whatever it takes to make her not be around anymore.

"Whichever you don't mind me showing around." He says firmly, "So probably Claire or Supergirl, but only because you don't like Kara being known."

"Thanks," she says, and hums a little as she thinks. "I think Kara'd be okay, if you just said it was Supergirl in the photo. Or you could say it was Claire, if the superhero name thing would be awkward to explain?"

"Kara, then, and I'll call you Supergirl." He says cheerfully, "Thank you."

" No problem - and you do realize that this means you're gonna have to get me a picture of you and the little guys, right?" She says, grinning.

"Got one of the kids...I'll ask Ace to take pictures of us for you. She's got a little camera that she can print things out of. Like a Polaroid, only better." Spoon says with a grin, "Try to have it by the next time we talk."

"No pressure," Kara says, quickly, "I mean, whenever you have time is fine. Because, you know, I have plans for sticking around or whatever, so."