Nigel smiled as he watched Red sleep in the spare bedroom. It was rare for Red to come over but Nigel needed help with Private and Red was the only person he knew that had any knowledge with children. Nigel wasn't the least bit ashamed at the fact that he had dumped his nephew onto his nemesis/friend/obsession. Red had taken good care of the boy after all. Private had been feed, burped, cleaned, and put to bed in the crib across from where Red was sleeping. Red would be a good parent, if he ever got the chance. Though Nigel couldn't for the life of him figure out why Red had given Private a "Horned Horsey" that looked suspiciously a lot like that Princess from the Luancorn show that children seemed to love. It was pink for crying out loud! Yet Private didn't really seem to mind as he kept a firm hold on the toy's leg. Nigel decided he would talk to Red about giving his nephew a girl's toy later. With a soft smile, Nigel took a cover from the closet and spread it over Red before glancing at his now awake nephew. Carefully, he took the child from the crib and silently left the room. He could look after Private while Red rested. How hard could it be?

When Red woke there was a cover thrown over him telling Red that Nigel had been there and judging by the empty crib, he had taken his nephew. He almost went back to sleep until the scent of smoke hit him. In a split second Red had thrown off the cover and was out the door. He only paused once he caught sight of the kicten from its doorway. Personally, it looked like a bomb had exploded at the same time a twister hit. How did they get footprints on the ceiling? Red glanced at the culprit, who was holding Private. "Nigel, exactly what have you been doing?' The spy offered Red a bashful smile. "Making dinner?" He gestured a plate of something and to Red's surprise the food (?) was crawling off the plate. Red wasn't sure about it but the last time he checked food didn't walk, run, or try crawling away.

Nigel could feel Red watching him as he cleaned the kicten and the squirrel feed Private. Ok, so that hadn't turned out the way he planed but at least Red was still there. Next time, he would order out or maybe get a few cooking lessons before trying to make Red dinner. He would also wait until Private wasn't went him, that way the two could have a peaceful meal together.