"Thanks." Mick smirked in return because he'd put a little effort into things. He was wearing a shirt without spit-up on it, his hair was done for the first time in about a week for once and he didn't smell of talc. It was a win, really. Mick leaned on the counter, slowly eating a cookie as he watched Hartley play with him. Oh yeah, he picked so well. "He loves Hartley, I told you he was worth the risk. Weird or not, the little freak is great with him." Mick said. And may have said a tiny bit too loud. He didn't have the best sense of volume control. "Yours is running late."

Yes, Axel was now 'Leonard's' because he called dibs on six languages, super genius Hartley. That kid was so his, he was a real winner. Axel wasn't. He was late already and by the time the door knocked, Mick rolled his eyes and went to answer it. "At least he's only five minutes late this time."