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Epilogue


Kit had not been happy that morning. Waking up to find she'd been sick again was bad enough, but to make matters worse it turned out she'd been down for the last two days. When Kit tried she could vaguely remember talking to somebody about something right when she'd gone to bed, but after that it was just one long nap. Her body had felt like it'd been run through one of Master Splinter's more difficult training sessions. Still, she forced herself down to the kitchen. As far as Kit was concerned she was healthy now; no one and nothing could make her act otherwise.

When she sat at the breakfast table, Master Splinter handed Kit a cup of tea. She inhaled the scent and smiled. "Arigato Sensei." She thanked Master Splinter for the special blend of tea he always served after someone had been ill. It was her favorite, though a little harder to come by, so it was a special treat. The tea was at just the right temperature, warm enough to both relax and strengthen, yet not so hot as to be uncomfortable in the moderately heated lair.

Heated… Kit's ears twitched. She could hear the smooth sound of a perfectly functioning heating system. Hopefully the guys hadn't been too uncomfortable when things got chilly. Leo especially tended to get a little cranky when he was cold. Of course Leo cranky was right about at the level of Raph on a normal day so it wasn't like it was a bad thing.

Mikey stuck his head out of the kitchen. "Kit, hungry?" He asked.

Kit considered. "I could eat." She admitted. At the moment neither the thought of food nor the aromas drifting from the kitchen appealed to her much. Seeing her lack of appetite, Mikey soon emerged from the kitchen with a plate holding half of a slice of toast and a small helping of scrambled eggs.

The morning training session had already passed and Raphael soon sat at the table smelling faintly of soap from his shower. Kit could hear Leo and Don somewhere in the lair discussing either a larger water heater or some kind of external shutoff for the shower. "Hey." Raph greeted the three who could hear him. He then nodded at Kit. "Yer awake. Not gonna puke, are ya?"

"Nah." Kit assured him, nibbling her food. At least, she hadn't been feeling nauseous before Raph brought the subject up. "I'm good." She took another sip of tea to try and settle her stomach before it made a liar out of her.

Leo and Don had finished their discussion and joined the rest of the clan at the table just as Mikey finished serving Raph his plate. While the hothead and the clown bickered good naturedly over Mikey giving Raph the same amount of breakfast as he had given Kit, Leo and Don went to the kitchen for their preferred morning drinks. By the time they'd sat down Mikey had replaced Raph's plate and given everyone else their food as well before sitting down with his own.

It was pleasant. Everyone at the table together for breakfast wasn't exactly the norm and for some reason everyone –yes, even Raph- seemed to be in a good mood. Master Splinter commented on a few positive points of his trip and mentioned that he'd had a few thoughts he wished to bring up during the next few weeks of training. Don was pleased that the repairs to the heater had gone so well and he was now caught up on most of the household repairs. He didn't even seem all that bothered when Mikey informed him that the toast they were enjoying had been done in the oven and that the actual toaster would require some more of the genius's magic. Leo told Kit she wasn't allowed to train with everyone for at least another day or two and for once she didn't argue. Raph even had a rather light-hearted story to tell involving his last night hanging out with Casey and a box of abandoned puppies.

Despite having so much less to eat than everyone else, Kit finished last and carried her dishes to the kitchen where the odd spirit of goodwill continued and all four turtles had volunteered to do the dishes. As this chore was being accomplished in record time Kit handed her dishes to Mikey before speaking up. "Um… would anybody happen to know why I woke up this morning in a bed with four blankets and five pillows?"

Quite suddenly the dishes were finished and the kitchen abandoned. Kit blinked and looked around the empty room. "Okay, one of those 'not gonna talk about it' things. Got it."