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Charlie ambles downstairs. He's wearing Bartleby's sweatshirt again. Yes, it's big enough to fit a small island nation inside. It's also warm.

He sits at the bar and looks around.

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Mike's excitement has woken up Seth. He whimpers a bit but the good vibes are too much for even him to be crabby so he ends up blowing a spit bubble instead.

"Mike, this is Seth." Claire grins. "Seth, Mike."

Charlie wishes he could take Seth out of the carrier so they can play with him, but instead just smiles and watches them.

Cringing at first, he didn't mean to wake the baby, but it quickly melts when he sees the baby's eyes open.

"Hiya Seth, I'm Mikey. That was the best spit bubble ever. This kid? Genius."

He seems quite serious about this.

"I'd offer to let you hold him, but I know how much you'd hate that." Her eyes sparkle mischievously.

"He's brilliant," Charlie agrees solemnly.

Mike has begun his mantra of pleasepleasepleaseplease. I guess he does want to hold the baby afterall.

"That's ivy league spit bubbling right there. No doubt in my mind."

Claire pretends to think it over before finally giving in with a giggle. She gently lifts Seth out of his carrier and shifts him over to Mike, helping the turtle angle his arms to best support the baby's head.

"Ah, there you go. Yeah, hold his head." She smiles and Seth squeaks in contentment.

Charlie smiles, watching them, and gets off his stool. "I'm going to try and get some sleep," he says softly to Claire. "See you later.

"Take care of my boy," he tells Mikey, and heads up the stairs, his hands in his back pockets.

Mike looks down in amazement at this precious little bit of a person he's got nestled in his arms. Absently he wishes Charlie a good night and promises. Hell, for this little guy, he'd promise just about anything.

This is as close to a baby as Mike has ever been. He beams with nye palpable joy.

"You do good work Claire."

Seth does his new trick for Mike. His new trick is blowing five spit bubbles in a row.

"Thank you." She says softly and smiles at Mike. "How have you been?"

"Great and getting better all the time."

A leathery green and slightly warmer than room temperature hand gently brushes Seth's forehead.

"How about you? You've heard about the party, right?"

"I have. Charlie was just telling me about it. Thank you so much for inviting us." She beams. "I haven't gotten to do much here. A party sounds fun."

"Well, I can't promise fun, but I can promise a slinky dress for every woman who wants one, and mushroom puffs."

She laughs. "You have a supply of slinky dresses laying around or something?"

He smirks.

"Wouldn't you like to know...."

She nods eagerly. "Yes, actually I would."

Seth waves a tiny fist in solidarity.

Mike offers one of his three oversized fingers for Seth to grapple on to.

"Ve vill see what ve can do, von't we Mz. Claire."

Then he turns his sights back to the baby.

"Seth? I hate to break it to you, but your Mom? Is smokin'. Like, we're talking the drop dead gorgeous category. You think you can handle her? Keep her too numerous to count suiters in check. You're man of the house. It's your duty!"

"Thank you." Claire laughs again and blushes. "I hate to break it to you, Mike, but I have no suitors. The only man who wants me is that little Peanut right there."

Seth wraps teensy tiny fingers around Mike's in reflex. He squeaks again happily.

"Lies, you're just being modest. It's okay, I understand. I don't want to make anyone nervous here...but this is my first time holding a baby. How am I doing? He's not going to have, like permenant damage, is he?"

"You're doing wonderful. Actually I'm very relieved you came by. Seth's been pretty fussy the last few weeks, but you're making him happy." She smiels but doesn't elaborate.

"Really, though, you're a natural."

He beams with pride at this.

"Kids are great. I mean, they're like people but trial size. We don't get much of a chance to interact with people back home. You know, outside of business type stuff.

So we just watch lots of tv and pretend. Don't we Seth?"

Seth releases a series of squeaks which translated would mean "Totally, dude."

Claire just laughs again. "We don't get much of an opportunity to interact with Turtles, well, ya know, big turtles, in my world. That's a shame too."

"Yeah I'd say it is. We should start a revolution...or something."

In a stage whisper to Seth.

"I have no idea what I'm talking about. Don't let on, she'll only worry."

Then he turns to Claire and grins.

Seth blows a spit bubble and then pops it with his own hand.

"Mike, you're sort of silly, did you know that?" Claire grins.

"Heh, well...someone's got to be, right? May as well be me."

Shifting Seth in his arms, he gestures for Claire to take him back.

"I don't want to say good night, but there's so much to do for Sunday and there's only so much I can blame Indy for."

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