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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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"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."

"Of course, lass. I'm glad to hear you don't plan on leaving." Really. Spoon's no Ace, but he rather loathes people disappearing himself.

"Thanks," she says, warmly, "Plus, it's sort of impossible right now without waking up the kids, and that'd just be sad." Kara has every intention of not moving until they wake up.

"Yeah." Spoon grins at Kara and the pile of puppies, "It would be. Why, they might only sleep seven or eight hours tonight." He loves them. So much.

Kara gasps quietly, eyes widening in mock horror. "No! Okay, clearly, this is a naptime emergency." It's good he loves them, because unreciprocated love is awkward and painful and nothing anyone wants to deal with.

Spoon laughs again, and ruffles the sleeping puppy-ball gently, "Seems so. Aren't they just fuckin' wonderful?" Spoon was in love from the first time Rasia stepped on someone else's head to get closer to Spoon. From the first nibbles of Stepan's teeth on Spoon's fingertips.

"They're amazing," Kara says, softly, ever so lightly touching the edges of their fur, "I mean, just...yeah. They're good kids."

"The best. Fuckin' saved me sanity after Zuko took the lads back. Coop loaned us Nelly, but she knew she was just a temporary guest...much better to have dogs living with us." Spoon props himself up to look at the sleeping puppies. Besotted man.

"I so agree." Kara takes a slightly deeper breath than normal, just to watch the rise and fall of the puppies on her chest. "They are...sort of small bundles of fluffy pure goodness."

She sighs. "Not like the cat. The cat is a jerk." She nearly lets that stand, but then recalls that Spoon...will have no idea what she's talking about.

"There's this cat that hangs around my apartment, and it's such a stupid, sulky, mean, scraggly little mess of evil that it boggles the mind. I swear to God it would kill me if it could, and not even for food or anything, just because it hates me."

"Ah, well. Cats are different from dogs. Cats have to be seduced. Not sexually. You have to convince them that you're better than the alternative, because they aren't pack animals. You leave a bit of food around for them, you leave a window open, and perhaps one day they stomp into your lap and take it over." He says wisely.

Not that Ace stomps. Usually.

"I'm doing that!" Kara exclaims. "But I'm serious. It mocks me. That's just messed up, you know?"

"There's a story...Kipling wrote it. The Cat Who Walks By Himself. You should look that one up." He says with a faint smile, "...And a poem. Tommy. That...that's like me personal poem, these days."

She nods, seriously. "Will do. I'm not going to let a frickin' cat be the, um, well...I'd say first person to beat me, but it's more like, um, ten millionth? But I won't let a cat be the ten millionth thing to beat me, either, so. Also, poem recommendations are now filed away and going to be followed up on."

"Just So Stories." Spoon says quietly, "Almost remember them, most days. Why leopards have spots, and the cat who walks by himself, and other things. And he knew soldiers."

"You're totally tricking me into expanding my intellectual horizons," Kara says, after a moment, "If I didn't like you so much I'd be annoyed. You're lucky you have cute friends."

"They're fun." Spoon informs her, "And I am lucky. Just in general."

"You're lucky I don't smack you upside the head," Kara laughs, "'Cause let me tell you Alice, one of these days, pow, right to the Moon!"

"Quote," she adds, "Old TV show."

"You wouldn't be the first." He says contently, "Just telegraph that you're planning on't, or I could flashback and attack."