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The door opens and Molly steps through in full work gear*, adjusting the fit of her gauntlets where they meet her gloves.

"We're gonna need the 'Frog up and running before we go," she's telling someone behind her. "I need you all to have an escape route in case it all kicks off. If we-"

She suddenly realises where she is.

"Oh, hang on a second, Chase."

Kitt

She quietly closes the door behind her... but not before a curly-haired little girl slips through after her, tugging at her hand.

"And there I thought you didn't remember this place," Molly remarks, propping her hands on her hips as she turns to survey the little girl before her. "Think you're real clever, huh?"

Kitt nods emphatically, beaming up at her.

"...Yeah, fair enough. C'mon, let's go get you a milkshake."

They make for the bar, Kitt's small hand in Molly's.

*Pink visor, belted black catsuit with a large pink Y symbol, gauntlets, pink fingerless gloves, pink biker boots.

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A giant of a man is seated at the bar, chowing down on carrots and celery and bell peppers with ranch dip. It's quite the impressive plate of vegetables; clearly he has an appetite today, if not every day. He peers at the girl and the attending woman, and beams at them both, while waving to the younger one.

"Hoi! May the Force of others be with you! I'm Baze Malbus. That's an interesting outfit! Are you a superhero?"

Molly, midway through hoisting Kitt gently onto a bar stool, turns at the sound of Baze's voice - but relaxes again as the name rings a bell.

"Hi!" she says, and completes the action of settling the little girl onto a stool. "And that depends on your definition. I used to be, anyway."

Behind her back, Kitt points to her and nods, very firmly. Yep, definitely a superhero, all present and correct.

"I'm Molly, anyway - and this is Kitten, but we always call her Kitt. You're Security too, right?"

"Hi, Kitt! And hi, Molly. And yes, I am! I just rejoined Security, in fact," Baze says, proudly showing off his badge, pinned to the chest of his red and black Guardian's robes.

"You've heard of me?"

Molly leans against the bar, partly because she is Definitely 100% Cool and partly so she can keep at least half an eye on what CheekyFeatures 101 behind her is saying.

'Saying'.

Whatever.

"Uh-huh. X mentioned you last time we caught up." She produces a matching little silver badge from a pocket on her belt. "I - probably owe like twenty shifts, to be honest, there hasn't been a door in a while. But I've got a thing happening outside, so..."

And also, y'know, small person. Anyone starts something even vaguely in the vicinity of Kitt, they're liable to be on a liquid diet for a while.

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"Well, if you're busy, no one can fault you," Baze says, nodding thoughtfully. He winks at Kitt.

"How old are you, Kitt?"

Oooh. A difficult question!

The little girl thinks for a moment, before holding up five fingers. Then, after a pause, uncertainly sticking up her thumb as well.

"We're not really sure," Molly explains. "Although I guess you're probably due for a birthday sometime soon now, right?"

This response is much more certain, and extremely cheerful.

It's about here that Baze realizes that the little girl can't speak--or is, for some reason, disinclined to. He beams at the bit about the birthday--because everyone deserves a good birthday--and dips a bell pepper into the ranch.

"Well, you should have a party, if you can! Milliways is good for that sort of thing. If you're around at the time you decide on when your birthday is, I'll make a cake for you."

Baze is, by all accounts, a terrible baker. But he'll try!

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Can't, won't, doesn't want to - they're not really sure. But Kitt doesn't seem to have any problem with non-verbal communication, and seems happy enough as she is, so presumably she'll get around to it sooner or later. She's certainly beaming at Baze right now. She likes this one!

"We'll see," Molly says, because she'd rather wait at least until after the escapade she's currently suited up for until picking any kind of future date. Or, for that matter, starting any long books. "But thank you! I don't think I'm allowed to commit any kind of baking here, not since I got banned from the kitchens."

...There was an incident with a soufflé. Or possibly a meringue.

"My friend Oswin got banned from the kitchens here, too," Baze says, his tone laden with sympathy. He manages a quick grin.

"Mind if I ask what happened?"

Molly grins back, in her case a little guiltily. "I ... may have killed an oven one time. Possibly more than one oven, it was kinda hard to tell by the end."

Kitt does not look surprised by this. There's a reason it's normally Molly's older brother who does the cooking at home.

"...It was meant to be a meringue. And, I mean, it kind of was. But it was more kind of a meringue... monster. Like, hammy old sci-fi movie-style."

THE MONSTER THAT ATE A BAR has nothing on the state of the kitchen by the end of it.

Baze throws his head back and laughs. He's often prone to laughter; the wrinkles around his eyes and the laugh lines around his mouth are proof enough of that.

"Oh, nooo," he says, still giggly.

"So instead of being edible, it ate ovens! Oh, that's fantastic. What's a meringue?"

Kitt takes advantage of Baze's laughter to snag a handful of carrot sticks. What? He has lots, it's not like he'll miss them.

"It's sugar, and egg whites, and uh... flavouring, and glitter."

Quite a lot of glitter, as it happens.

"All whisked up so it gets, like, really really puffy. Except I think maybe I overwhisked it or something? Because it puffed all up big... and kept right on puffing. It sort of... drowned the oven it was in."

She makes a very illustrative gesture, enough so that it makes Kitt pause in nibbling stolen carrot to giggle.

"The Loompas saw it happening and sort of... ushered me out. And won't let me back in."

Baze grins at Kitt, and offers her a bell pepper slice.

"Well, that's not fair. They should at least give you a second chance."

"Well, I'd had a few near-" Molly had not, as it happens, noticed the Great Carrot Stick Heist going on just below her eyeline. "Hey!"

(Molly is, it should be said, very very tired. She always is, though, so that's probably okay.)

She gives the criminal mastermind a glare, albeit a half-hearted one. "Rude."

Kitt gives her the half-guilty, half-rueful look of a small girl in a world where there are only so many opportunities to steal someone else's food... and offers her a carrot stick.

Oh, well. Baze is unlikely to want it back now it's had a five-year-old's sticky fingers on it, and Molly is permanently at least half a meal under par.

(Kitt is reasonably well-fed. Partially for this reason, the same cannot always be said for all of the adults looking after her.)

"Thanks," she says, as much to Baze as to Kitt.

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"No problem," Baze says, taking half the credit for this carrot dispensing. He crunches into a bell pepper himself.

"Hey, if you two are hungry, we can order something more substantial than vegetables. My treat!"

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