Yang:Blake have you seen Veronica!? She’s not in her crib!
Blake:*reading* She climbed out again? Check the curtains or bookshelf. She likes climbing to the highest point possible.
Yang:Aren’t you a little too relaxed?
Blake:Cat faunus climb and land on their feet. I did this all the time when I was little. Only difference is I didn’t have a tail, so my landings were rough. *closes book*
Yang:Gee am I raising a baby or a kitten?
Blake:Little bit of both. Do that noise I hate, the one you insist on doing when I want to ignore you.
Yang:.......pspspspspsps
“Nya!”
Yang and Blake looked at each other before running upstairs to Ghira’s study. They saw the man comfortably pacing the room as he read, with Veronica chillin on top of his head. She’s thoroughly satisfied with her accomplishment.
Yang:Well you did say the highest point. Doesn’t get much higher than him.
Blake:Uhhh dad?
Ghira:I’m aware. If you take her off then she’ll just climb my leg again.
Yang:You know, I wonder if we have the most taxing baby?
Blake:I can think of another....
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Meanwhile in Atlas, Ren is cooking up his fifth batch of pancakes while his daughter happily giggles and pats the table in anticipation.
Nora:Wow, this kid might eat is out of house and home. She’s like a bottomless pit. Hey can I have some?
Ren:Gee, I wonder where she gets it from!?
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Blake and Yang:Oh Ren....bless him.
