cg!robin, nancy
little!jonathan (5)
little!steve (2-3)Jonathan sat up with a small whine. His stomach rumbled slightly. He wanted something to eat.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily, his favorite stuffed dragon in his arms. He pretended that "big boys don't need stuffed animals" and he didn't care for it, but he secretly loved it.
Tiredly, he got out of bed and shuffled around the house, looking for anybody awake.
"helloo?" he called out, the tip of his thumb in his mouth. "Nancy? Robinnn?"
Not wanting to bother either, he headed back to the bedroom that he and Steve had shared. Because he would, however, bother Stevie.Jonathan looked over at Steve, who was still peacefully fast asleep.
"Wake up! Stevie! Get up!" he whispered, trying to shake him awake.
Steve rolled over and whined through his paci, trying to go back asleep. He buried his face in his bear plushie in an effort to ignore Jonathan.
"C'monnn, I want breakfast!" he nagged, poking Steve.
Steve finally gave in. He sat up, silently staring with an unamused look. However, Jonathan took that as a yes. He cracked a grin as he got up and dragged the still sleepy boy with him, a paci and plushie still with Steve.Johnny pulled him by his arm and headed into the kitchen.
"So, what should we cook?" He asked Steve.
Steve only shrugged in response, walking over to the cookie jar and pulling one out for himself. Johnny stared at him curiously.
"Want?" Steve offered, giving Jonathan a genius idea.
"We can make our own cookies!" he exclaimed.
Steve was far too tired and too young of a headspace to comprehend what Johnny was saying, but he giggled and clapped his hands at him anyways. Jonathan was older than him, and he'd just go along with what he did."Okay!" said Johnny, turning to the kitchen. "We need a bowl first!" he said, pulling out a large mixing bowl he found in a cabinet.
"Um, so what do we put?" he asked Stevie. He had only just realized that he didn't have a clue how to make cookies. Steve only stared back at him with innocent eyes.
"Uh, there's probably sugar." Johnny said unsurely. He grabbed a large container of sugar off of the counter and dumped it into the bowl. Well, half of it anyways. The other half missed the bowl and spilled onto the table and the floor."Oops.." he muttered, setting the container back down. Stevie quietly laughed at Johnny's failure as he sat in the corner of the kitchen floor.
"Hey, don't laugh! I'm like, a master at cooking." Johnny pouted.
"Okay, and we can put eggs!" he continued, opening the fridge and grabbing handfuls of eggs. He set them down on the table.
"6.. 7.. 8.. Yeah, eight eggs, this should be enough!" he said.
An egg rolled off of the table and broke on impact with the ground with a soft "splat".
"Uh, make that seven."Steve stared at him curiously.
"Stevie, wanna help crack the eggs?" asked Jonathan.
Stevie smiled behind his paci and got up, leaving his bear in the corner.
"You do it like this." Jonathan demonstrated, semi-skillfully tapping the egg on the table and cracking it into the bowl. Though Stevie, in his headspace, lacked motor skills. He picked up the egg and brought it down on the table, smashing the shell and spilling it across the surface. Stevie giggled happily at his "helpfulness" while Johnny only facepalmed mentally. He wanted to be a good big brother, and Steve looked up to him, so he didn't want to break the news to him."Good job!" Jonathan praised him.
"Now we need flour, I think." he said, becoming more confident (and forgetting the eggs).
Jonathan searched the pantry for a bag of flour, grabbing it off the shelf and setting it on the counter. He tried to open the bag, tugging at the seam, but it wouldn't budge.
"Just- mmh- open!" he said, wrestling with the bag, the paper suddenly tearing open, sending flour flying in every direction.
Stevie cowered in the corner while Jonathan coughed, trying to clear the flour from the air."Dang, Stevie, we gotta clean this up before we get in trouble!" Johnny panicked.
"You!" Steve pouted. Though his speech was limited, Johnny understood that what he meant to say was:
"There's no "we" because you dragged me here and cook like a nutcase." And he did acknowledge that it was fair.
"Oh, fine. But be quiet about it!" he groaned, failing miserably at an attempt to sweep the spilled mess into a pile.
"twouble.." Stevie muttered.
"Yeah, Stevie. I know. And we're gonna have a lot if-" Jonathan got cut off."Guys? Guys?" a startled voice came from a distance.
Jonathan stumbled in an attempt to hide any evidence of.. well, anything, but of course unsuccessfully. Robin entered, absorbing the scene.
"What- what is this?" Robin yelled, before bringing her voice down to a whisper.
"We wanted to make cookies.." Jonathan admitted shamefully, staring at the dirty floor as if it were the most interesting thing.
"And what made you guys think this was okay?!" Robin pressed."It.. it was my fault." he confessed. "I brought Stevie into it, and.. I made the mess." Johnny began to tear up. Luckily, Robin was nice, and showed sympathy at this.
"Oh, bud.. it's okay. We'll clean this up real fast, before Nancy wakes up!" she grinned.
"Really?" he asked hopefully.
"Yeah, but remember to ask next time. You boys got that?" she asked, eyeing the two.
Stevie and Jonathan nodded firmly.
"Alright, let's get this done." Said Robin, fetching cleaning supplies from under the sink.
"Won't tell?" Stevie questioned. He was surprised that Robin wouldn't rat them out to Nancy."Aw.. they can't get you in trouble for what they don't know." Robin said, winking.
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