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Tiny Friends

"Ethan, No! Get out of the pot! It is not a hot tub." Jack practically screamed at the miniature blue-haired person. They sat in the pot of water, swimming amongst the spaghetti noodles. He made raspberries at Jack, diving under the water. A small splotch of water found its way onto Jack's shirt, annoying him further.

With a swear, Jack grabbed a pair of tongs and fished around the noodles for the small blue boy. It took longer than he expected to catch him. Then again, Ethan was a gymnast which mean he was quite spry. However, Jack felt a sense of immense pride when he finally caught him. Ethan squirmed desperately, trying to get back into the pool as Jack dropped him on top of a high shelf.

"Hey! Lemme swim! I gotta swim, dude! C'mon. Please?" Ethan begged, slowly trying to climb down from the shelf. On the counter below Mark sat up against the spice rack, watching in amusement as his friend attempted to get down. He didn't seem to be in any mood to get up from his spot but Jack was still suspicious.

"You havin' fun up there, troublemaker?" Mark shouted up at his friend snidely. Jack shook his head at the pair of them, not having the time to deal with their trouble. He did however, keep the pair of them in his peripheral sight at all times. He didn't trust the little troublemakers. At one point, Jack contemplated locking them in a storage container, poking holes in the lid. Ethan swore, dropping down two shelves before grabbing the edge and pulling himself up into the cabinet.

Jack tried to ignore their antics as he continued to prepare dinner for Signe. At one point, after he was done teasing Ethan, Mark decided to get up and 'help'. He bounded over to the stove and climbed up the knife holder so he was level with the pot. "You here to help or are you getting put up on the shelf?"

Mark threw his tiny hands up innocently. " I have not and will not cause any trouble. Besides, when have I ever been a problem for you? I'm an angel." Mark cooed, yanking the wooden spoon from Jack's hand. With a look of amusement, Jack waited for Mark to realize he wasn't as strong as he thought he was. It wasn't long. A look of panic crossed Mark face as he stumbled backwards, the wooden spoon seemly crushing his tiny body.

Jack tried to hide his laugh. " You're certainly something, Mark." He helped him back up and set aside the spoon, giving Mark his instructions.  Now that he'd been thoroughly distracted by Mark, he decided it was time he went back to check on Ethan.

He pushed the cabinet door open a tad bit more only to find that Ethan had gotten out of the cabinet entirely. How could someone that small have gotten out so fast? Surely even a gymnast would've struggled to get down the Ethan sized equivalent of an eight story building. Jack's eyes scanned the entire kitchen area for the small blue boy. He couldn't have Ethan causing trouble tonight. Yet, the clever blue boy was nowhere to be seen.

Mark whistled to get Jack's attention. Jack was confused until Mark pointed to the cookie jar in the corner where a small mop of blue hair poked out through what was left of the cookies. "Alright, I ratted him out. I demand a reward for being a snitch. My reward shall be a ginormous chocolate chip cookie. I'll wait." He demanded, waving the wooden spoon at Jack as he hopped over to the sink and began washing some dishes. Jack could hear the soft tapping of Mark's foot as he anxiously watched Jack approach Ethan. 

Jack's precense was quickly noted by the minature cookie monster. Ethan glared at Jack from inside the glass jar as he began nibbling at another cookie. Each cookie was easily as big as him, if not bigger. Effortlessly, Jack reached his hand inside and grabbed a cookie around Ethan. To his surprise, Ethan didn't attack his hand. Jack leaned back and set the cookie down near the sink by where Mark sat over the edge.

"Would you like some milk too?" Jack said jokingly. To his surprise, both Mark and Ethan nodded almost immediately. With a sigh, Jack found a pair of sewing thimbles in a drawer and filled them with milk. Ethan clapped happily as he received his small cup of milk. Mark nodded thankfully as he wiped his wet hands on Jack's shirt before breaking off a bit of cookie.

With both of his small friends now content and preoccupied, Jack was now able to finish his dinner for Signe.