Kate beams at the mess of girls running every which way. They're thinking about things she never would have thought of herself! This is really happening.
She skips off to the kitchen, making a beeline for the icebox. She knows right where she wants to go, thanks to her scouting mission with Natasha. The best part is there's nobody in the kitchen right now to tell her to stop.
(Though, she was kinda hoping she could yell, "This is a stickup!" just once.)
"Over here!"
She hollers for anybody close enough to hear, levering the big door open. The icebox is packed with all kinds of sweets, ripe for the taking. Kate grabs a parka—it's cold in there!—and trots in.
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She skips off to the kitchen, making a beeline for the icebox. She knows right where she wants to go, thanks to her scouting mission with Natasha. The best part is there's nobody in the kitchen right now to tell her to stop.
(Though, she was kinda hoping she could yell, "This is a stickup!" just once.)
"Over here!"
She hollers for anybody close enough to hear, levering the big door open. The icebox is packed with all kinds of sweets, ripe for the taking. Kate grabs a parka—it's cold in there!—and trots in.