[color=f49ac2]“Whatta’ good girl!”[/color] Miltank praised Fifi, once she was lifted and lovingly escorted into the kitchen. For nothing made his sister look more delighted to be alive; than watching someone else enjoy her cooking, or when she was feeding and pampering a child. So Lucario couldn’t imagine a happier trio, after he let out a relieved sigh and then followed them inside. Seeing the beaming chef gently stroke the cautious eevee on her lap, while she sat on a kitchen bench, which gave Miltank a front row seat to their kitchen table. Where Croconaw stood up on the corner chair, quickly gulping down his second helping of her steamy soup. With obvious signs of oatmeal still covering the gator's face, as he blissfully exhaled and patted his bloated belly. 

Yet the wonderful scents present in the kitchen, would be no match for the delicious milk that Eevee was drinking straight from the source. [color=f49ac2]“Aw. It’s sweet of ya to be so gentle. But you don’t hafta be shy. Drink your fill, lil’ one.”[/color] Miltank reassured, with her hoof holding onto a small soft brush, that made it easier to remove the knots out of Fifi’s fur. Sounding happy when she felt Fifi drinking faster, and watched some of the milk dribble from out of eevee’s greedy maw. [color=f49ac2]“Good girl.”[/color] She cooed, while setting the hairbrush down at her side. Prompting Croconaw to take notice from his seat, as he giggled behind his raised claws.

[color=0072bc][b]Clean up your mess, and head to bed. Alright?[/b][/color] Lucario urged Croconaw, as Chompy looked at him and nodded with a smile. Soon stacking up the four emptied bowls next to him, and then scampering off with them, in order to hop up onto a stool below the wide kitchen sink. Blasting his bowls clean, one by one, with a small burst of water from his gaping maw.

[color=6ecff6]“Bleh-”[/color] Croconaw unleashed, before he put each power-rinsed bowl in the sink. Before Shepard decided to let the yawning gator jump down and waddle his way toward the door. So he could head to the sink and finish the process.

[color=f49ac2]“Dear. Your mums’ asleep in the sewin’ room.”[/color] Miltank informed the Croconaw, as he smiled wide at Miltank.

[color=6ecff6]“Thanks big sis.”[/color] Croconaw replied, before he eagerly headed out to venture upstairs. Leaving the kitchen around the same moment that Fifi cuddled up to Miltank’s plump belly. 

Receiving a question that Miltank was proud to answer. [color=f49ac2]“Hmm. Well, I don’t mean to jingle my own bell. But I was a bestseller in the city-”[/color] She touted.

[color=0072bc][b]Feeling better now?[/b][/color] Shepard interjected in a pleasant tone. Reacting quick enough to comfortably catch the jumpy princess, as he let her climb onto his shoulder. [color=0072bc][b]We’re happy to have you here, Princess Fifi.[/b][/color] Lucario responded, while answering her misunderstandings truthfully. [color=0072bc][b]It was my old master’s barn. But perhaps, I’ll show you more in the morning.[/b][/color] He urged, proceeding to protectively follow Fifi up to their front door. [color=0072bc][b]You can sleep with me tonight, princess.[/b][/color] Lucario offered, when she cowered underneath him. [color=0072bc][b]My bed is um—comfortable.[/b][/color] He added sheepishly.

[color=f49ac2]“[i]Your hammock[/i] is a terrible place for such a delicate princess to sleep.”[/color] Miltank interrupted, as she gracefully approached from behind. [color=f49ac2]“Plus, our brother snores like an Ursaring.”[/color] She referred to Sceptile, who slept on the other side of the same large bedroom that Lucario did.