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It was snowing in Sandford. It always snowed around Christmas time in Sandford for as long as Danny could remember. That was one of the many things that made that little town so special...made it worth fighting for, and worth staying for.

It was also snowing in Milliways. ...Well, not in Milliways. Outside it, naturally. And Danny supposed that it was just another thing about this little end of the universe that made it special, too. That, and the fact that he could always find a nice, quiet spot away from everything. (And the chips from Bar were pretty good as well.)

Danny carries two cups of hot chocolate over to the couch beside the fire, handing one of them to Nicholas, before sitting down beside him and settling in with a contented sigh. "This's nice."

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"Really?" He feigns amazement. "We'll have to make some then."

Danny puts his cup of cocoa down on the coffee table and tries to keep a straight face as he pulls out his notepad from his back pocket.

"Right! Er.." He doesn't seem to have a pen on him, so he reaches over Kick and plucks out the one that's always in Nicholas's chest pocket. He flips to a clean page and starts scribbling. "Right! I hereby declare...a law...against...pouncing...without...a license..."

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The fleeing cartoon criminal in the corner of the page he's writing on doesn't exactly help with the face-straightness, but Nick makes a valiant effort.

"Hmmm. How what would be a fair punishment..."

"I think a million, billion years in jail should do."

Kick goes O_O!

"That's too long!" she says, pouting.

"And -- I do have a license, just... I left it upstairs! Yeah. Let me go get it!"

She flies off the couch and up the stairs in an instant, grabs her box of colored pencils and some paper, and scribbles up a less-than-official looking "Pounsing Lisense", then hurries back down the stairs, bounces back onto the couch, and sticks it in Nick's face.

"See?"

Must... catch... breath...

He takes the paper and gives it a thorough inspection.

"Hmmmmm... what do you think, Sergeant?"

Doing the same, he bobs his head from side to side.

"Awwright, it looks good to me, Inspector. I think we can let 'er go on this one."

He turns to Kick, giving the slip of paper back to her. "Y'hear that, young lady? If you're gonna be pouncin' on people, make sure you've got your license on you."

"Okay!" she says, hiding her shock over the fact that IT WORKED!

"I promise. Pinky swear."

She holds out her pinky. Wigglewiggle!

He hooks his pinky in hers with a barely restrained giggle. "You're good as gold, then, luv."

Lightly chucking Nicholas on the shoulder he says: "I don't think she'll be any more trouble from now on."

"Right then."

He fixes her with his best stern glare. Although maybe it's not quite entirely stern.

"See that it doesn't happen again."

"It won't!" she says, looking as innocent as she possibly can.

"See? I pinky swore. The penalty for breaking a pinky swear is DEATH."

:D?

:D???

He blinks a few times, eyebrows raised. He turns to Nicholas.

"Maybe if we got more perps to pinky swear, there wouldn't be so many repeat offenders if the penalty was DEATH."

"I don't think we need to go that far."

"Three strikes and you're out," she says solemnly.

..... "Yeah, that is a bit harsh, innit?"

He nods.

"We can't invoke that sort of power for just any offense."

She pokes both of their sides in unison.

"Y'owe me waffles."

His ears perk up. "Waffles! With strawberries an' whip cream an' chocolate sprinkles!"

"Waffles it is, then."

They should probably move to a table before anyone gets whipped cream.

Kick already has a booth picked out, and she scurries over to it like a bolt of blonde lightning.

"Waffles!"

:D!

Danny snorts a laugh. "Wow, she's fast."

He goes to the Bar with Nicholas to get three plates of waffles with the works -- except he asks for the whipped cream in a can. He only gives Nicholas an impish grin before carrying the goods over to the booth.

".... That can't be good."

:D :D :D

"You guys are the best!"

Still grinning, Danny sets the plates down on the table and sits next to Kick, shaking the can of whipped cream.

"Right, ladies first. How much d'you want on yours?"

"Lots!"