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Saturday morning in the sewers.
A peaceful time.
Michelangelo had plugged his headphones into the TV so he wouldn't disturb his brothers while watching his cartoons. „SWAT Kats go!", he cheered quietly while pumping his fist into the air.
Splinter had started the day with a strong East Frisian tea mixture, complete with cream and kluntje. On normal days he prefered the soft aroma of Darjeeling or some asian tea but this night he hadn't slept as well and now needed something strong to get him fully awake. A bad night's sleep for him always meant something was going to happen, but he wasn't going to let that worry him. It could mean anything.
Leonardo was out for breakfast. He always was the one getting the bread rolls on the weekends. Except when he was injured, when that was the case it was Mikey's job. The baker woman had known the turtles since they were three years old. Whenevery they saw her, wiith a warm inviting smile and a tray of freshly baked cookies, still warm from the oven and full of love, they would wonder if this was what it was like to have a mother.
Donatello was vast asleep in his bed. He had worked until late that night, trying to find a undetectable knockout gas. His idea was that they could use it to fight crime. If the gas was undetectable then it was untraceable as well. That way they could remain secret, in the shadows like the ninjas they were. He had initially fallen asleep on his desk but Leo had taken his responsibility as a leader seriously and gently carried his brother to bed.
Raphael was asleep as well. He had dropped dead onto his mattress, exhausted from a heated sparring match with Casey. The moment he had hit the cushions he had fallen asleep. He hadn't even had time to take off his sais. Leo had managed to take one weapon from him but the other one Raph had seemed to have mistaken with a teddybear, clutching it in his hands and nuzzling it with his nose. Leo had smirked, taking in the oddly cute scene.
„Guten Morgen, Leonardo. Ze usual?", she said in her soft German accent. „Yeah, good morning, Ute", Leo smiled at her. 'Ze usual' consisted of two 'körnerbrötchen' for Raph, two 'kaisersemmeln' for Leo, an 'einback' for Splinter, a 'mohnbrötchen' for Don and a 'rosinenbrötchen' for Mikey.
Ute was head of a small German bakery, together with her husband and her daugher Adela she made the tastiest bread rolls in New York, or at least that's what all her customers said whenever asked. A fact was that she had a lot more variety than most of the other bakerys in the area. Most prominently because she was German and Germany had as many bread roll varieties as cities. There was something for everyone.
Most of the time the turtles didn't pay with money. Don had installed a wonderful burglar alarm, repaired most of the machines and given their car the monthly checkup, Mikey was sometimes helping out, learning all the secrets and recipes from Ute. The four had also helped the family move into their new apartement and played invisible ninja bodiguards for Adela once when she had had to come home very late at night.
Ute hummed an unfamiliar tune while packing in the bread rolls. „Is Don's foot allright again? Is he not limping?". She wanted to know. „No, his foot's good. As was expected, no lasting damage", Leo informed her. „Ah, zat's good. I vouldn't vant him being ein Humpelchen", she nodded. Leo had no idea what 'humpelchen' meant but he didn't really need to either. „Bitteschön, here's your breakfast", she handed him the paperbag, smiling. „Thank you, Ute", he gave her a brief, one-armed hug and quickly disappeared into the shadows.
„Ach, diese jungen Mutantenschildkröten von heute, immer in Eile"(1), she said to herself and chuckled, then she went to open her shop to all the other customers.
(1) „These young mutant turtles of today, always in a hurry."