Miguel-verse. Creed's residence. Warm summery night.

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Fluß poked the slab of beef that lay in a bowl on the counter and found it satisfactorily thawed.

She put her ears back, then flicked them toward the doors, listening again for Victor's return. "(He should be back by now,)" she said to Peter, who was quietly smacking on his fist in his sling. "(He said that this was going to be an easy mission.)"

Ears back again, she went to the back door and listened again, one hand absently smoothing the long, sparkly, blue and green tie-dye skirt that she wore before it went up to tuck her white streak behind her left ear.

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Creed just shrugged, then turned and went back inside.

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Fluß perked her ears at him from where she sat on a stool nursing Peter, then twitched them in a smile. "Your supper is ready, my love."

The big roast sat on a plate, seared black on the outside and still raw on the inside.

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Creed blinked, then smiled and walked over, kissing her quickly.

"You already ate?" he asked.

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She returned the kiss, then nodded toward her bowl of big fat caterpillars in tomato sauce. "Ro sent me something gut today."

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He smiled.

"Thank yeh," he said, nuzzling her and then going to eat. "Did Ro deliver or just send it?" he asked.

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"Sent them. Vasn't she vith you on the mission?" Her ears perked curiously, then went down to Peter, who was making soft sounds as though talking to the breast as he ate.

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"Dunno. Me n' the runt were on one area, bashin' a door and a few heads. She'da been on the infiltratin' team," he shrugged, then smiled. "But I'm glad ya got someone t' cook somethin' ya like for ya."