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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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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."

She takes her son back who sighs as he's shifted into her arms. "I should probably get him back to bed."

She smiles. "I'll see you later than, Mike."

"Count on it."

Again, he places his hand on Seth's head. There's one final squeak of BABY!, and he retreats back up to the Guest Rooms.

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