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JGoB, Sunday morning

Stark had not been to the bakery in over a week now. Last week had been last week, after all. Buying treats for his not-quite-children today seemed like an excellent reason to return and they had asked nicely. Repeatedly, but nicely. Not that a demand for baked goods would really have stopped him. He was always an indulgent temporary parent and both children were well aware of that fact.

"Choose something now," he told them, "we'll get something for later as well."

Was a cookie as big as their head a good choice for Réaltín's breakfast? Why not. It was only one breakfast. Ziya's double chocolate muffin was hardly an improvement but Stark was hardly going to pass up an opportunity to spoil these two extremely improbable (possibly impossible) children.

Dubious breakfast choices made, the trio found a table and sat to fortify themselves with sugar and discuss plans for the rest of the day.

[SUPER OPEN of course should you desire baked goods or an opportunity to interact with an alien and/or his blue daughter or non-blue child]

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At this point, Zephyr felt she was kind of an expert at visits here, and that meant she knew where best to spend all her shiny gold coins, and that included going to fetch some nice cupcakes and doughnuts to bring back to her mother's shop! They weren't as good as the Feys' back home, sure, but they weren't anything to sneeze at either!

They did offer more variety, though, and it was a rather difficult decision that would probably take Zephyr some time. But, in the meantime, she could at least offer a smile and a wave of her plate-mail glove at the other kids in the shop and the presumed parents with them, half-wondering if any of them were half her siblings.

It felt a little weird, she had to admit, that she seemed to actually be the only one this year!

"You should get chocolate," Ziya said, waving from her spot at the table where she was carefully demolishing her own chocolatey breakfast.

Réaltín offered a chocolatey smile of their own and nodded.

Stark just smiled fondly at them both.

"I was just thinking of asking you all what your thoughts might be!" the armor-clad teenager informed them with a delighted laugh. "It's very clear that you've been enjoying your own breakfasts, so I knew I could trust your opinions! Chocolate it is, then! Any other recommendations?"

"Yes." Réaltín nodded seriously before taking another bite of cookie. "More chocolate. Are you gonna fight someone?" Because even for a child living in another version of Fandom armor stood out at least a little.

"I might!" Zephyr said brightly, beaming at the question. "If anyone were to be so foolish enough as to challenge Zephyr!" Here, her shoulder squared, she struck a dynamic pose with her fists on her hips, before it one arm lifted into a powerful flex. "To a battle! Zephyr can do it! But for now," she relaxed the pose and smirked a little, "I'm just getting breakfast for my mother. She's the town blacksmith! Do you know her?"

Were they possibly also her children?

Seriously, she usually seemed to have a ton of them.

(A ton, in this case, was two others at most, but Zephyr was never one to be shy about hyperbole).

Réaltín shook their head. "I don't think so. Dad prolly does. Both Dads but Dad isn't here but Dad is. This Dad." They pointed at Stark, in case it wasn't obvious who was meant. "Dads live here now but I live here later." And that was why nobody remembered anything! Because it wasn't later yet.

"I do know Amaya," Stark confirmed. "But not you, yet. I'm Stark."

"And I," Zephyr offered, although they could probably have assumed as much, but who didn't love a good introduction? She struck her breastplate importantly before dipping into a bow fit for a true future Knight of the Realm!, "am Zenobia Eduarda Percival Hector Yamaya Rrrrrr-amon Jr. the Fourth! of Daventry! But you may all call me...."

She paused, for dramatic effect, and lowered her voice in a whisper that would make her father truly proud for her excellent presentation, "Zephyr!"

She flashed her best winning smile before adding, "It's nice to meet you, Stark! And what are your names?" she asked the littel ones. "So that when Mother is impressed by what treats I bring home, I may give proper credit where credit is truly due!"

"That's a lot of names," Réaltín said, eyes wide. Between the armor and the names, Zephyr was making quite the impression. "I'm Réaltín. This is kinda-my-sister-but-not-really."

"My name is Ziya," Ziya said. "Hello, Zephyr."

Then the names and the armor were doing their jobs well! That was the whole point! Hers was going to be a name known through lands her father had never even heard of before!

"Well met, Réaltín! Well met, Ziya! I've had many," not that many Zephyr, but go on, "kinda-siblings-but-not-really here before as well! Never a blue one, though I did have one that was green!"

"Uncle Rygel is green," Ziya said. Rygel also pretended he hated being called 'uncle' so Ziya took every opportunity to call him that even when he couldn't possibly be listening. "I've had 2 siblings here but they looked like Papa. Not so colorful."

"I met five not-my-siblings yesterday," Réaltín declared. "Ziya from Dad and then Dad had three more with him when we found him and there was Nina."

Zephyr's eyebrows went up, genuinely impressed.

"That is an awful lot in one go," she had to admit. "I think you both may steadily beat me out in no time! I may have to suggest to Mother that she step up her game before next time!"

Because that would be a fun conversation that Amaya would absolutely love to have with her more-persistent-than-a-rash-future-daughter-with-a-guy-she-didn't-even-know.

It certainly sounded like a fun conversation for Amaya to have with her daughter!

"You should," Réaltín said, nodding, because they were young enough that the implications of that went right over their head. "It was lots of kids but it was fun." Not just because they'd watched Dad's brain shortcircuit a little bit. "And we got frap'chinos."

"Those are those cold coffee drinks with all the whipped cream, aren't they?" Zephyr asked, her head tilting with the ding! of a new idea. "We don't have those back where I'm from. Perhaps I should pick one of those up before I head back to the shop, as well!"

She was so picking one up before returning to the shop.

It was going to be such a productive day!

"You two practically deserve a medal for your most outstanding recommendations! I think I may just have to make you one! Best Suggestors in All The Land of Fandom!"

"I'm not suppose to have coffee 'til I'm bigger," Réaltín said with the air of someone who had been told this many, many times in their young life. "Mine was chocolate but lots of whipped cream! Wait."

"They are good," Ziya said. "We don't have them at home." Space was lacking in the finer things in life. Like chocolate and whipped cream and fancy blended drinks from coffee shops.

"Can you make real medals?"

Space and Daventry apparently had that in common, then!

"I can!" Zephyr assured her with an eager, proud grin. "I'm a blacksmith, too, just like my mother! Until I'm old enough to participate in the Tournament of Hopeful Knights, anyway, and become a true Knight of Daventry! Then the blacksmithing will have to take a back seat!"

"You're gonna be a knight and a blacksmith when you grow up? Cool! I don't know what I'm gonna be." Possibly because Réaltín was all of 7 and there was quite a bit of time before their mind needed to be made up.

"I don't know any knights or blacksmiths," Ziya said. There wasn't much call for either onboard a Leviathan. "But that sounds exciting."

"Well, you know one now!" Zephyr told Ziya, with another proud puff of her chest, although she wasn't technically a knight yet, but, come on. It was in her blood, and to Réaltín, she said, "And you'll have plenty of time still to figure it out, I'm sure! What sort of things do you like to do? Besides, of course, recommending excellent treats?"

"Eat the treats," Réaltín said promptly because they'd gotten that from both Dads. "Sometimes I help Dads make treats. Or 'real food because you can't eat sugar all the time even if your father likes to think he can.'" Réaltín rolled their eyes while saying that. "I like helping."

You like Muppets, right, Stark? RIGHT?!

Vatalija came inside looking for breakfast (the coffee shop had seemed not as excited to see her after that very small fire yesterday).

Some of Stark's best friends were, in fact, pretty Muppety ~~because it's more fun to say Muppet than Creature~~!

This...child...was not one of those friends. Though she did seem familiar in an unfamiliar sort of way.

His own children waved chocolatey hands at the newcomer.

"You got chocolate for breakfast?" Vatalija asked them jealously. "That's lucky."

"Dad spoils me," Réaltín said, smugly. This had clearly been a topic of conversation many times. "Sometimes. I get lots of chocolate."

"Would you like some?" Ziya asked, because she knew Stark well enough to know he'd provide chocolate to just about anyone given the opportunity to do so.

"Please," Vatalija said, nodding.

Hannibal had raised her to be exceedingly polite.

"What would you like?" Stark asked, because of course he was going to offer a baked good to a strange Muppet child.

The politeness was quite nice. He appreciated that. Everything else about her was slightly (or not-so-slightly) unnerving.

"What's their favorite?" Vatalija asked.

"I'm not certain-" Stark began.

Both children, at the same time, responded "cupcakes!"

"I suspect cupcakes. Though they didn't ask for them for breakfast."

"Cupcakes are better for dinner," Réaltín informed him. "You said."

That did seem like something he might say.

"Then a chocolate cupcake, please."

It would probably not spontaneously combust?

If the cupcake combusted Stark was going to be so upset. Please don't set bakery on fire, weird chaos Muppet.

"Of course," he said.

"I'll get it," Réaltín volunteered, already running to the counter. "Our new friend needs a cupcake! What's your name?"

"I'm Vatalija," she said. "Lecter."

Stark just stared for a moment at that revelation. He'd only met one Lecter on this island and he just had a feeling about the girl's other parent. A hunch.

But then, he had two highly improbable children here with him right now. Was this one that much more unlikely? (Yes. She was. And Ziya's mother was a plant!)

"Oh. Would...would you like to join us? While you eat?"

Vatalija had gotten very used to that particular look as people Put Some Things Together.

"I would, thank you," Vatalija said, immediately tipping an empty chair into a different group, making them drop all their coffee cakes.

At least nothing caught fire? Yet?

There was still time to make so many other Fandom residents have that same look on their faces!

"Be careful," Ziya admonished her. Ziya, of course, didn't have the right frame of reference to have her brain slightly broken by Vatalija's existence.

Neither did Réaltín who returned then with one chocolate cupcake (not currently aflame).

How would a cupcake even catch fire? Around Vatalija, things just happened.

"Thank you!" she said with that same little creepy smile.

"Welcome," Réaltín said, grinning back, mostly unfazed by this new potential friend.

Stark was just going to keep an eye on all three of the children for now. Just in case something were to happen. It seemed wise.

Stark was very, very smart!

"So," Vatalija said to Ziya. "You're blue! I know blue friends!"

Sam Eagle would not consider them friends.

"Mama's blue," Ziya told her. "So I'm blue. She's a Delvian." She's a plant and Ziya was still a more likely prospect than Vatalija!
"Do you know any Delvians?"

Sam Eagle would likely not consider anyone at this table a friend. Everyone here was far too weird.

"No," Vatalija admitted. "Do you know any Muppets?"

"I've never met a Muppet," Ziya said because breaking the fourth wall wasn't something Delvians or Baniks could do. "Unless you're a Muppet."

"I'm a Muppet," Vatalija said, nodding.

"Are Muppets from Earth?" Réaltín asked. "Or from spaaaaaace? Or somewheres else? I never met a Muppet either!"

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