25 Unicorn Street, Friday Afternoon

[so_hawkward]

Thanksgiving had been a miraculously smooth affair for Clint and Kitty. At least, Clint thought it was miraculous since going to Kitty's world for a visit didn't always go the way they hoped it would. But, there had been relative peace around the table at Utopia, no one had tried to attack the X-Men, and they'd come home to Fandom with a bunch of

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"Aww, but what if he really wants potatoes?" Kitty teased, currently on a mission for coffee.

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"I'm sure he does, but I don't want to deal with the smells that might come out of him if he eats them," Clint said. "Also, I'm hungry."

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"Both good points," she said, and paused, "Is there any pie left?"

[so_hawkward]

"Yeah, I wanted to make sure you had all you wanted before I took any," Clint said, motioning to the fridge with his head. "A good husband tip given to me at dinner."