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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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"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."

"I wouldn't actually. I'd just make angry faces and sort of stomp around," she says, shrugging to the extent shrugging is possible while you're prone and have two puppies sleeping on your chest, "It just wouldn't be fair, you know? It's like why I'm not trying out for sports."

"Because you're just that much stronger an' all than everyone?" He asks, just to make sure.

"Yep," she says, honestly kind of pleased that he figured it out.

Crazy and stupid are very, very different things. Spoon is the first, not the second. "Makes sense. Don't think it's really Claire's thing, anyway. Could play football with you, if you want." pause. pause, "Not American football."

Well, if the only other person with the same powers that she has can't figure it out...

"Claire is all about the books," she agrees, "Aaand I don't know how to play that game. There's a lot of kicking and two goals?"

"Yup. And you can't use your hands." He waves his around vaguely in the air when he says that, "Any other part of your body, but not your hands. Ace and da' play, but I'm still relearning it. Da' teaches me, I teach you, and at some point we can try to take them on, maybe. They know more, but you're stronger than da' and I'm stronger than Ace...she may be faster than you, though. Cheetah."

"Can she break the sound barrier?" Kara asks, because now she's slightly intrigued. "But yeah, we've probably got enough athletic talent to compensate for their experience, so...will the kids be joining us?"

"Way I understand it, can run over planets." He says, "But I just read a bit about it from her show before I turned it off. Accident, saving those episodes for when she's with me."

"...totally going to have to race her," She says, making a mental note, "And, um, her show?"

"Gets really confusing." Spoon says, "Ace's life, part of it, is also a show on the telly, where I'm from."

"...huh," Kara says, intelligently enough. "Well, okay, I guess it could happen. Universal bleed over and everything."

"Bloody weird." Spoon assures her, "And one of the Doctors, on't? Looks like da's dad."

"That nearly makes being an alien normal, jeez," she says, smiling slightly, "I thought my life was complicated, but...nope, I'm not dating someone from a TV show. I'm gonna gloat over my sudden normalness, okay? It'll just take a second."