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“Precisely, he’s twenty-one. That’s a reasonable age for someone to stay up until midnight.” Wendy replied, staring at Tink with a raised brow. It was surprising that the other girl was talking to her in the first place, the two of them normally not one to get along with each other. Or to be more exact— Tink didn’t get along well with Wendy. The Darling girl on the other hand had no qualms when it came to the curly haired girl. In fact, if it were her choice, she would love to befriend the other if she let her, but it seemed like whenever the two of them interacted, the brunette seemed to say or do something that aggravates the other. It was very unfortunate. That being said, Wendy could always tell whenever Tink was trying to take a dig at her. Such as now.

“I know Michael still has that childish nature to him that may make him come off as younger than he already is, but he is more than capable in staying up.” The brunette added. On the contrary, among her, John, and Michael, it was the younger who has the frequent habit of staying up much later than usual. Be it due to the fact he lose himself playing video games, in the random mood to cook an entire dish within the late hours of two in the morning, or simply because he couldn’t sleep and just happened to be up— Michael would be able to stay away until midnight and then some. Everyone knew this fact about him, including Tink, which is also why Wendy was positive Tink wasn’t saying any of this due to any ‘concerns’ over her younger brothers ability to stay up or not. “What’s with this sudden concern for Michael, Tink?”

"Relax, they're not the only cookies to choose from," Cubby ensured her with a smile, giving her a nudge. “Don’t knock 'em ‘till you try it though, seriously,” he attempted to peer pressure Tink into trying one. Obviously she was being a bit dramatic, with the many other options available, but Cubs wondered if her complaints were stemming from things outside of the simplicity of dessert options. Whatever the case, Cubby was there to try and help, even if oblivious. “If you don't wanna try 'em, there's also the regular chocolate chip — those are store bought though — but then there's also regular brownies, special brownies," he motioned to each thing as he listed. "What sounds good?"

"Now that I can agree with," Paz admitted with a chuckle as he shook his head. The outlaw had his own fair share of moments where he was down in the dumps over the course of his life, but yet here he still stands! Or in this case lays, as he was comfortably lounged on the couch that he'd been crashing on recently. He didn't expect to get so comfortable so quick with Peter and all his friends, but they welcomed him in so easily — he only wished he had met them years ago after losing his best friend. "What's got you so sour-faced, Chica?"