It was the morning after the day before and after a good night's sleep Kit was ready and raring to go. He whistled as he walked down the stairs and entered the kitchen for breakfast. Robbie and Robyn were already up and breakfasting and smiled when they saw the late arrival. Kit gave Robyn a kiss on the cheek and Robbie chuckled when he got one too. Going to the cupboard Kit grabbed a bowl and filled it with cereal. When he turned he almost dropped the bowl he was holding when he saw what Robbie was eating.

"Cereal! You? Blimey!" Kit exclaimed not believing his eyes.

Robbie looked down at the contents of his bowl and pulled a face, "yes I know. I thought I'd try something new for a change and see what all the fuss about this stuff was about. I can say I'm not impressed."

Kit took a seat at the table and watched as Robbie reluctantly put another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. The faces Robbie was pulling were rather humorous, they reminded him of the faces kids pull when they have to eat cabbage or Brussels sprouts.

Someone knocked on the door and all three occupants bid the visitor enter. The door opened and Sportacus walked in amused at the lack of service. He was well used to the fact that no one ever answered the door at meal times; you had to let yourself in.

"Hey guys. How is everyone today?" Sportacus asked walking into the kitchen.

Kit looked up from watching Robbie attempting to get himself to eat his cereal and smiled at Sportacus, "I think everyone is pretty good. I'm not sure how long that will last though."

"How do you mean?" There was a small tinge of concern in Sportacus' voice.

"Just take a look at what Robbie's eating."

Sportacus walked over to the table and almost fell over with shock at the sight at what Robbie was eating. He found it harder to believe that Robbie was eating cereal than Kit. As if trying to detect some sign of illness in Robbie Sportacus placed his hand on Robbie's forehead. After thirty seconds he drew his hand away, Robbie's forehead felt normal.

Shaking his head Sportacus shrugged. "Why cereal? What happened to cake?"

"That blasted Doctor Cole happened to cake. He's put me on some kind of meal chart in an attempt to improve my diet. It doesn't need improving." Robbie snarled he hated Doctors and their meddling ways.

"He's trying to help you, daddy. There's no harm in doing what he says until you're completely well again. Give this new diet a try for a few weeks and see how you feel afterwards." Robyn interjected cooling Robbie's ire.

Kit nodded, "Robyn's right. He never said you couldn't eat cake, he said it was ok as a dessert. And that means dessert."

Robbie couldn't argue anymore. They were right after all; it wasn't going to be for long.

Looking up at Sportacus Robbie asked, "So how are you?"

Sportacus smiled, "same as always. How's Robyn after getting squished yesterday?"

"I'm still a bit bruised. The scrapes and scratches are fine. I guess I was lucky." Robyn replied. "How's Ché?"

Sportacus smirked, "Greta is still telling him off after yesterday. She's lectured him about being more careful and remembering that you're a little more delicate than his sons. When Greta finally leaves him alone I should think Ché will be pretty deaf for a while."

Kit chuckled, "she doesn't give him a hard time does she?"

"It's a good thing she does. Robyn could have been killed." There was a noticeable tremor in Robbie's voice when he spoke.

"Greta knows that which is why she's asked you to not get involved. As much as what happened was an accident it was a silly stunt to pull. Ché forgets his size and strength sometimes." Sportacus explained.

"Forgets?" Robbie protested, "All he has to do is look down. We must be like ants to him!"

Robyn stood up her sky blue eyes flashing with anger, "look, I'm fine. It's not as if Ché doesn't feel sorry for what he's done. It was an accident and that's all. Can we just forget this now?"

There was silence.

Before anything more could be said there was a knock at the door. The visitor was called in.

"I can't." A muffled yet familiar voice said from the other side of the door.

As she was standing up already Robyn walked into the living room and opened the front door. On the other side of it was Ché. Looking back into the kitchen Robyn stepped outside and shut the door behind her.

Robyn looked up at Ché and smiled, "hola señor Ché"

Ché looked a little surprised when Robyn greeted him in his native tongue. He hadn't realised she knew Spanish but it was very welcome. Smiling at Robyn's excellent accent and pronunciation he replied, "Hola pequeña Robyn. Are you well today?"

"Quite well thank you. I hear that Greta has been telling you off."

Ché grimaced, "she has. Tell me pequeña Robyn, and my apologies for changing the subject abruptly, but where did you learn Spanish?"

"Sportacus taught me a few little words after I learnt of you and wanted to know where you came from. How do you think I did?"

"I was very impressed. You've got the accent and pronunciation just right. Your uncle is terrible. His accent murders the words he speaks."

Robyn laughed, "They are two very strong accents and two very different languages. What does 'pequeña' mean?"

"Little." Ché chuckled and then sobering he looked at Robyn with sincerity in his eyes, "I'm extremely sorry for yesterday. I was stupid and clumsy. You could have been seriously hurt. You don't have a twenty eight stone or three hundred and ninety two pound man landing on you every day."

"No I don't. There's no harm done though."

Ché nodded, "I would have expected there to have been some. If it's alright with you pequeña Robyn would you be able to fetch your father for me? I should apologise to him also."

With a nod Robyn re-entered the house and after a few minutes and a lot of grumbling Robbie came out.

After about fifteen minutes of arguing, scolding, snapping and apologising Robbie and Ché were laughing. They'd spoken in honesty and had found that they had some things in common. Robbie had forgiven Ché for landing on Robyn and had formed a new friend in the process.

Robbie was about to invite Ché round for lunch when Kit whizzed out of the house on his unicycle closely followed on foot by Robyn.

"What did I say about unicycling in the house?" Robbie called after him.

"That's easy; you didn't say anything at all!" Kit laughed.

Ché and Robbie looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Kids." They both said simultaneously before laughing.