(For tehnakki, who wanted DJ and Izzy. She wanted them exploring the Tower and I FORGOT THAT PART, so I’ll have to write her a sequel. Because I suck. Izzy is on loan from Copperbadge’s excellent Anklebiter series, used with permission and safely returned.))
“Penguins, penguins, penguins, penguins-”
“Breathe, Izzy,” Clint mumbled, one hand fumbling for his coffee. “It’s too early and Poppa’s too asleep for this right now.”
She sucked in a long, audible breath. Held it, her eyes huge in her face. “PENGUINS,” she said on a massive exhale.
Phil chuckled, and Clint hid a smile behind his coffee cup. “I think she wants to see the penguins,” Phil said, flipping a pancake with an easy hand.
“Ya think?” Clint said, yawning. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ready for the aquarium, Busy-Izzy?”
She stared him down, her eyes narrowed. “Penguins,” she said, her tone full of awe.
“How many pancakes can you eat, Izzy?” Phil asked, plating the first batch.
“Seventeen,” she said.
“Seventeen.” Clint propped his cheek on his fist. “Really. Seventeen pancakes.”
“Yes. Wait!” She twisted around in her chair, her legs bouncing in the air. “Phil, do I get to use the Dora plate?”
“Sorry, it’s in the dishwasher,” Phil said. He set two pancakes in front of her. “You’re going to have to make do with the happy robot plate.”
“Then I can eat fourteen,” Izzy told Clint.
“Makes sense,” Clint said, because Izzy logic was the best logic, and he wasn’t even going to pretend otherwise.