Pint-Sized

by DeejayMil

Spencer remembers being very small, and his mother reading to him. His favourites were the snippets. Snack-sized, bite-sized; glimpses at a bigger picture. He's grown now, and not so small, but he still remembers being read to.

11. Pasta

Pasta

When things get weird, she tends to worry first…

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She's an agent first, so when things get weird her first instinct is always to reach for a weapon. A silent house…that's weird. But she's Spence's best friend second, and her faith (and awareness of his innate Reidiness) in him is also absolute. So, she doesn't panic.

Yet.

She just stalks through the house, both cell and weapon at the ready. She's certain there's a normal explanation for this, but that doesn't calm her racing heart.

Then there's a sound. A giggle.

She finds them intent on their task in the kitchen.

"What are you two doing?" she exclaims right as pasta hurtles past her head and onto the wall, where it enthusiastically sticks along with several of its compatriots. More litters the floor. Two sheepish sets of eyes stare at her from the floor.

"Nothing," Spence says quickly, hiding his hands.

"Shooting pasta into space!" Henry exclaims, earning a look from Spence. "Oop…nothing. We're doing nothing, Mommy."