"Oh, its you," Miguel glanced down, opening the door wider.

"Good to see you too," Hobie scoffed, walking in. He looked about, seeing Miles half asleep in the fort, "Where are ma and dad?"

"They went to their room," he leaned over, inspecting the rocker's satchel, "What you got there?"

Hobie looked at his bag and smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know?" He rushed over, sitting on Mile's chest, "What's up, Peter Pan? Sleepy?"

"Some. We did a horror movie marathon last night, and some games," Miles sighed, hugging Bodega.

"Did our dear leader get scared?" He threw a teasing glance Miguel's way.

"Only when I thought I saw your face in the creature," Mig scoffed.

"Afraid of never having such good looks I'm sure," he winked at him.

"Jess there's another child in my house," Virgil called, seeing the boy as he made his way down the stairs, "Hi Hobie. To what do we owe this visit?"

He hopped up, hurrying over, "Nana and I made you both biscuits," he held the bag out.

"Hi Hobie," Jess saw the teenager.

"Hi ma," he rushed to give her a hug.

"We got biscuits," daddy held the bag up, walking it to the kitchen.

"How nice," she rubbed the rocker's back, returning the hug, "Tell Bre-ma we said thank you."

"I will. Can Miguel and Miles play?" He gave Jess big brown eyes.

"They're about to go with Pops to a workshop," she pat his shoulder.

"What kind? Can I go? Please?"

Jess glanced over to her husband for backup.

Virgil shrugged, "I don't see why not. Gotta call and let him know to expect one more."

Hobie skipped over, hugging Virgil's back, "Thank you."

X

"How many kids do you two plan on having?" Robert scratched his head at the two new additions.

"We're watching that one for a friend, and that one just really wanted to tag along," Virgil explained, "Is that ok?"

"That's fine," he nodded, allowing Miguel past to put the carseat in, "How have you been?"

"Fine. Jess called me an old man for wanting to set up my espresso machine!" He pointed to his wife with a mock pout, hugging his dad as she rolled her eyes.

"Espresso? Can you make Americanos with that? I was running behind coming over here."

"Of course! Come on in and I'll whip you up one now," he led his dad to the kitchen to show it off.

"That is nice," Robert nodded, inspecting the machine, "Real nice."

"I know," he grinned.

Jess was done with that fool and his silliness, "Miles, go potty before you leave. Hobie do you have any changes?"

"I have two, yes," he opened his bag, showing them to her.

"Ok," she nodded, "Behave yourself and no fighting with Miguel. I think you guys are doing wood work or something, so no horseplay."

He nodded eagerly.

"And let Nan know what you're doing."

"She knows I'm here, because I came to give you the treats," he assured, "I'll be good, pinky promise," he held out his finger, hooking it on hers.

Jess smiled at him, "Ok, that's a solemn promise. I'm holding you to it."

X

The spider trio looked about the workshop, inspecting the area they would work in. A few other groups of people had made their way to join.

"What is this?" Hobie looked around.

"Today they are making birdhouses. So you're going to learn how to use a buzz saw and measure," Robert informed the punk, "Now grab your PPE and listen to the tutor. Understand? I want to return you with the same amount of fingers you left with."

"What's PPE?" Miles whispered to Mig.

"Gloves and protective glasses," he replied, "What's GG gonna do? It'll be too loud for him."

"I'm taking him to a baby painting class. Can I trust you three to listen?"

All gave him a nod

"Ok, I'll come check on you boys soon."

Hobie followed the other two, putting the gloves and such on. And the scrunchie the teacher gave him. Safety first.

It was actually pretty fun. He had never been too interested in building things like this. But he did like arts and crafts. Robert had been mistaken though. They made planters instead of birdhouses. Still fun, Hobie could give it to Nan for one of her millon plants. Miles knew he would give his to his mom for her little basil plant.

Miguel was the most focused. He had done this plenty of times, although he tended more to electric work at HQ these days. He enjoyed working with his hands as much as working with electronics.

"You're supposed to measure it twice, did you do that?" Miles asked, waiting his turn with the saw.

"I don't believe in consistency, remember? Just eyeball it," He smiled, dusting the wood off as he allowed Miles his turn.

"When you guys have all your pieces cut I'll show you how to use the nail gun," their trainer informed, "Very good on your cuts," she helped Miles lay his pieces even.

The class ended up being just under two hours before the three emerged victorious with little planters.

"Lookit," Hobie thrusted his towards Robert when he had come to check their progress.

"Very nice," he nodded, rubbing the wood, "Well sanded and smooth," he checked the other twos, "Good job. Did you boys enjoy it?"

"Yeah, I'm going to give mine to Mami to put her pepper plant in," Miles grinned proudly, taking pictures of it to send to his parents.

"I'm giving mine to Nan," Hobie agreed, "I don't know what plant she'll put in it. Maybe it can hold yarn."

"I knew you would enjoy it," he pat Miguel's head as he leaned forward, "Do you boys have paint to decorate them?" All agreed, "Ok, well let's head out, shall we?"

X

"What's this? I sent you out to deliver something and you come back with something else?" Brei inspected the box.

"I went to a woodshop class with M and M. I made you a planter," Hobie leaned against her.

She nodded in approval, "It's very nice, thank you. Are you going to leave it plain or you plan on adding some flavor to it?"

"I'm gonna paint it, duh! I just wanted to show it to you!" he stuck his tongue out.

"Get to it then," she shooed him.

He paused, "You like it?"

"Yes, it's very nice," she took his shoulder, leaning forward to touch his forehead with hers, "Nan likes it very much. I can't wait to see it with color."

Hobie leaned into the head touch, rubbing her slightly wrinkled hands, "Ok, I'm gonna paint it now," he hurried off to get his paints.