He flopped out his bed backwards, winching for a second, as Placc popped out of his shirt.

"What was that?" The small fairy asked.

"What did you want me to say?"

"you're clumsy." He answered, "and now I'm hungry."
In truth, Cat Noir had become a little clumsy lately in his running off before he transformed. It wasn't something the latest evil-turned monster caused, so it wasn't something the ladybug and her good luck could fix.

"The floor wax wasn't my fault last week."

"But it was what happened-"
"Not the one he was talking about, remember I was late to gym yesterday?"
The fairy had moved by now, digging through the book bag on the desk for a treat.

"What's the big deal to your dad anyway? You could just tell him the truth." The Small voice was a little muffled now with digging.

"I tried that, he won't back down."
"Just tell him he's over reacting."
"Are you crazy-?" Before Adrien could on, the door opened and in came their cook, a little old man who'd worked for his family for three generations now. He left a plate of warm food on the nightstand, and left with an old, kind smile. As a wordless 'get well soon'. When the door closed again Placc came from his hiding place as he smelled the food.

"Yuck, what is this?" He floated away from it like it would kill him.

"This is dinner." Adrien said with a smirk as he sat up and turned himself sideways to eat.

"Yuck, it doesn't even look fit to eat."

"Says the thing whose diet is the worst cheese."

Just as Adrien took a mouth-watering bite the door opened again and Placc ducked back into the book bag, since it was closer.