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... Oh.

[ Well, he droops a little. ]

Well ... flying, then. I'll look forward to that.

[Welp, he feels like the worst pill ever, now. How is he supposed to-

-wait. Wait. Abruptly, Casey stands up.]

Okay- hang on. I'm gonna give you the best meal of your life, stay right there.

[HURRYING TO THE KITCHEN, thank goodness they had leftovers.]

[ The guard stays where he is, blinking after Casey in bewilderment. ]

-- What? Now?

Of course now! It's only- [looks at the clock. ...Oh shit it's like 1AM or something.] ...The middle of the night. Um. It's fine, that just means Hunter's not full anymore.

[Heating! Up! Those! Leftovers! The glorious scent of those spices is already wafting in from the kitchen.]

Yeah, uh. I'm not hungry but ...

[ He could eat! Especially with that smell coming through? That ... might actually be the best meal he's ever smelled?? He hasn't had much by way of midnight snacks so far, and certainly not a real meal. ]

What do you want to drink? I'm gonna make a tea.

[Just an herbal for him, though. Something for the throat, but he doesn't want to be up all night.]

Oh, and make sure you put the bird down. If we get sausage on those feathers I'm gonna ugly-cry.

[Big fat exhaustion tears! No one wants that, not-Hunter!]

I - uh -

[ So much to decide! but he does gently put the bird down. ]

Tea sounds good. Yeah.

[Sorry for the bullying, he's just like this when he feels guilty apparently.

After a few minutes he emerges from the kitchen with a tray, carrying a plate of that delicious Mikey meal, two cups of steaming tea, and all the tea fixings. He sets the tray down in front of the guard and grabs one tea for himself.]

Here you go: my uncle's recipe, a sausage-potato bake.

[ The guard just stares for a moment at the spread. It's more than anything he's ever had, EVER. Even in Hunter's body...

He hesitates, reaching for a bit of sausage to start. ]

It ... smells amazing.

[Casey tucks his legs up on the couch again and blows on his tea. The guard can take his time if he wants.]

Tastes amazing, too.

[ The guard does indeed go slowly here. Blowing on the tea, taking his first bite of sausage.

Then his eyes go wide, and he takes another bite. ]

It's ... it's so good.

[Casey beams, immediately pleased. Darn right it's good, that's a family recipe!]

I know, right? The flavour mix is genius!

I've never tasted anything like it. How did you do it--?

[ He's just devouring it now. ]

We just followed the recipe. Uncle Mikey's the one who created it...

[He still looks pleased by the compliment, though. Approval, so important.]

Who's Uncle Mikey?

[ He slows a bit mostly to preserve Hunter's stomach from future aches. ]

[C'mon Hunter just skip breakfast you'll be fine. (Oh wait, they're having precious bed breakfast. Okay yeah eat slowly-)]

He's the youngest of the turtle brothers. They all raised me. He was the most... I guess distant is the wrong word? Hands off, maybe. He was pretty busy with the resistance, his powers were so effective against the Krang, and he was tired a lot. But everyone said his recipes were the best, and he promised me he'd teach me someday.

Why were they so effective?

[ He takes a slow sip of tea to balance out the delicious food. ]

Not sure! He just had a way with food. Knew exactly what flavours to put together. It was as much practice as good instinct. And he watched a lot of cooking shows and... celebrity chefs?

[Like, he understands it from context clues, but also: what are those.]

[ A slow blink from the guard. Yeah he doesn't know what those are either. ]

There were chefs in the palace. I don't think Belos ever watched them, though.

[ A pause. ]

But I was actually asking about his powers.

Oh! [Okay yeah that is. A much more logical question. Sorry his brain is still on that fabulous recipe smell.] Uh... well, he was just so powerful. He had chains of fire that could go on forever, he could create big explosions, and he was so strong he could throw entire buildings. He could overwhelm just about any foe.

[ The guard's eyes go wide. ]

That's even more powerful than Belos.

Master Michelangelo could wipe the floor with Belos, easy.

[Unless he's more powerful than his dream self? Then who knows. But if Casey could win that fight, Michelangelo wouldn't even break a sweat.]

Maybe, yeah. I'd have liked to see that.

[ He takes another cautious bite. ]

I'd love to see it, too...

[Mostly he'd just love to see Master Michelangelo again, whole and healthy. And if his eyes are a little misty at the idea, well... hopefully the guard is too busy with his food to notice.]

[ The guard pauses, looking up at Casey at that. ]

You miss him.

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