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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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"If clothing is genetic," Spoon points out, "I wouldn't have such a fuckin' problem with fatigues. But were they as wonderful as my puppies?"

"...probably not. They are the most wonderful of all possible puppies," she says, brightening.

Spoon smugs at her. Really. This level of smug deserves it's own verb. "They really are." He agrees.

"Mm-hm," Kara says, shifting her shoulders just a little to settle into the ground a bit more. They seem to be approaching a silence, which...there was a point where Kara'd have never believed anybody who told her she could be happy and quiet at the same time, but here she is.

Silence is good too. Silence except for the noises of sleeping puppies. They're little, but they snore pretty loudly and every now and then talk in their sleep. (Mostly Biscuit? Mmm. Biscuit.) Spoon's just content to be outdoors and calm. Outdoors and calm is nice.