Summary: Adrien and Marinette visit her uncle's farm in the French countryside.
Peeeeep! Peep peep peeeeeeeeeep!
"What's happening?" grumbles Plagg from Adrien's bag, irritated at the interruption of his mid-afternoon nap.
"I think that this little chick thinks that Adrien is its mother!" says Marinette, giggling as her boyfriend kneels down to pick up the fluffy little bird. The two of them have come on a two week summer holiday to her uncle's farm out in the French countryside, and all of the animals seem to be as enamored by Adrien as she was the first time she saw him.
Especially the chickens, which is kind of ironic, considering that Adrien is the embodiment of a cat. But she supposes that opposites attract. Or that they're somehow attracted to the smell of cinnamon and sugar, which is what she swears he smells like sometimes (she knows it's crazy, but she swears it's true)
The little chick peers intently at Adrien before burrowing into his hands and letting out a new flurry of peeps.
"Plagg, do you understand what it's saying?" asks Adrien.
"No," says Plagg flatly. "I speak many languages, but chicken is not one of them."
Adrien shrugs and smiles. "Well, I guess I'll have to figure it out by myself, now that I'm this little chicken's mother! Does that make me Coq Noir, instead of Chat Noir?"
Marinette groans. "Chaton, you are not Coq Noir, Cheval Noir, or Cochon Noir!"
Adrien smirks. "Looks like someone's jealous that I'm more popular with the animals than she is!"
"You wish," says Marinette, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, all the cats love me more than you," she adds, sticking out her tongue.
"Ma princesse, no other cat could possibly love you as much as this one," responds Adrien seductively with a wink, accompanied by the increasingly loud peeps of the baby chicken.
"Ahh, get a room, will you?" complains Plagg as Marinette giggles merrily. He's gonna need a lot of camembert to handle two more weeks of farm shenanigans with these two lovebirds.