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Wilford has learned a few things lately. He's learned that while crackers are just about the only thing Michael will eat in a home-like setting, if he's taken out in public the little pipsqueak will eat just about anything put in front of him.

He's also learned that decent nannies are really hard to find.

The first one, combined with everything Wilford's already observed, is not helping Wilford form a very good opinion of his own daughter.

And since he can't find a nanny he trusts to not steal his shit or blab to the tabloids, he's brought Michael into the bar for lunch. Michael seemed to like the gimbap before, so that's what he's making a mess with today while Wilford finally goes over Kevin's case notes. Absolutely nothing from them is useful, but just having has made him feel a little better. Maybe if he goes over them long enough, he'll figure out a way to recover at least part of his investment.

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Cisco has come to Milliways for lunch, as well. Things have been a little... awkward back at S.T.A.R. Labs after a recent interaction with Caitlin.

Of course, the thought of going back to Milliways after the whole bear incident feels awkward as well. But, Dr. Wells has also been moody after Barry missed yet another research session, so Cisco decides it's better to pop into Milliways for a bit pretending the bear thing never happened than to hang around with two not so happy coworkers.

So he's in the bar with pizza, a Coke, and his tablet on the table playing an episode of the classic Lost in Space.

Unlike Barry, Cisco doesn't tackle several whole pies in one sitting, so he's taking it a slice at a time with Ben the waitrat coming back with another whenever Cisco is ready for it.

Engrossed in the show, Cisco doesn't realize there's a pink mustached lunatic around.

The pink-moustached lunatic would take offense to that if it weren't true. But it is, and he hasn't heard it anyway, so none of that matters.

As it is, he's trying to read through an enormous stack of hand-scribbled notes with one eye, while keeping the other on the small child that he's found himself caring for. Eventually, like always, Michael gets bored with his own lunch and wants to go see what someone else is having for lunch. And hey! There's a guy with a tablet nearby. And he's eating something that sure looks tasty.

"Ba ba ba ba," Michael says, looking up at Cisco.

A new slice has been delivered, but Cisco hasn't bitten into it yet as his eyes are locked on the screen.

The Jupiter 2 is in trouble, and Dr. Smith is in hysterics.

Hilarious.

Laughing, Cisco is just about to take a bite when the babbling catches his attention. Looking down, he blinks at the child.

"Oh. Hey. Hello little dude."

It's a small person. What does one do with one of these?

The small child reaches up for the pizza, still going 'ba ba ba ba.'

Cisco totally wants to share, right?

Cisco does not want to share. It's his pizza and who is this little crumb snatcher trying to take it?

"Uh, no, you didn't put in on this," he informs the boy. A beat, and Cisco realizes that's not a line he can hold.

With a sigh, he sets the slice back onto his plate and pulls off a piece, gooey cheese stretching before finally breaking away.

"Here," he says, giving over the piece. It's a test to see if the kid even likes it, but honestly, what kid doesn't love pizza?

Michael takes the cheese and gobbles it right up. But that wasn't the whole piece. He points up at the pizza still on the plate. "Ba ba ba!"

Maybe he can reach it if he gets up on his toes?

Nearby, someone Cisco hasn't noticed yet has realised that his three-year-old has wandered off.

"Alright, greedy fingers, sheesh," Cisco says with a sigh, taking the pizza and offering it over before the kid manages to pull the plate down on his head or something.

"Ben, I need another slice," he calls out to the rat nearby.

Michael has just enough time to take an enormous, messy bite before he's discovered.

"What are you doing over there?"

Michael gasps and looks around, but doesn't stop eating the pizza.

"Oh, shit!" Wilford is over in a second, trying to wrestle the pizza away. Why does everything this child touches immediately turn into a mess? Soon finding himself covered in mess as well, he looks over at Cisco. "What are you doing giving him that for?"

Michael thinks this is all hilarious, and laughs like a maniac.

Cisco is leaning back in his seat away from the mess; ready even to put a foot out and keep the kid at bay if he has to.

His eyes widen when he hears and then sees Wilford, and Cisco's immediate reaction is to begin packing it up.

Pausing his show and folding up his tablet quickly, Cisco is just a second too slow to make an escape.

"He asked for it," he says, pointing at the kid.

Wilford isn't sure who he's more exasperated with.

"Do you always go around feeding strange kids?" he asks.

With Michael as clean as he's going to get under the circumstances, Wilford picks him up so he can stand properly. "And you." Michael is still laughing. He doesn't care that he's in trouble. "You can't go taking shit from strangers. What's wrong with you?"

Nobody's cooperating right now, so Wilford glares at both of them.

"Do you always let your kid wander around strangers?" Cisco counters.

A beat as that catches up to him and the idea registers, and then Cisco blinks, shocked.

"Wait, who the hell would trust you with a kid?" Like, SERIOUSLY?

Wilford's glare hardens. He even manages to hold it as he gets slapped in the side of the face by a small child.

"At leat I know what you're supposed to feed them."

And going off his own personal experience as a child, pizza is not on that list.

"That's why they didn't give me one," Cisco says, not insulted in the least by Wilford's comeback.

"Besides, kids love pizza. Look at him."

Well, someone gave Wilford one.

"If he gets sick, I'm breaking your neck," Wilford says.

Before this tiff can turn into a brawl, he takes Michael back to where they'd been sitting by the fire, and starts gathering up all his stuff. They should probably go home now. Just in case.

Cisco immediately lifts his tablet to shield his neck and takes a reflexive step back.

"If I see that kid on a milk carton I'm turning you in!" he claps back when Wilford is at a safe distance.

And then Cisco yanks his new slice of pizza from Ben who has returned and makes a hasty exit.

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