Snippet #1654336

Kit had been raised well, by a string of carers instead of actual parents but nevertheless, he had been brought up, not dragged up. He had table manners, he had decorum, he had....holy crap was that chocolate on those biscuits?!

All manners forgotten, he darted over to the table where Jonathan had plonked the cookie jar, rambling on about cakes before he sat down to sulk again. That boy had two moods, raging and sulking. The newest girl took a bite from the biscuit and declared them delicious. That was all the prompting Kit needed. That and the chocolate slathered on them. He grabbed a handful and munched them down like a man who had never eaten before. Well, hadn't eaten anything other than a half fluffy chocolate bar in the past week or so. Licking the crumbs from his fingers, he grabbed a few more (surreptitiously hiding a couple in his pockets) and sat back down in his spot on the floor, cross legged. He looked to the new girl as she spoke again and waited as the room fell silent, Artemis standing stoically in the back, the new girl on a chair, the butterfly, well, hovering he supposed and Jonathan once again sulking in his chair.

"How do we take them out? Well, I think we have to find them all first. Might be easier to strike at them when they're all converged in one spot instead of mindlessly tracking them down around Wonderland."

He drained the last of his tea and looked over to their sullen host.

"Jonathan, seriously, thank you. Thank you for taking us in, for the tea, for the biscuits...Hell, thank you for giving us somewhere to just sit for an hour without having to look out for suicide bomber daisies."

He placed his tea cup on the floor next to himself, devouring another biscuit rapidly.

"Also, buddy, gotta give me the recipe for these things."