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Office Hours, Monday, 4/13

Tyler wasn't making much progress on his lesson plan for the week; he had gotten dragooned into a tea party with a very demanding five-year-old.

Anyone who looked in his office door for much of the morning would find the anarchist leader of Fight Club sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing a construction paper hat decorated with wilting flowers and sipping Kool-aid from a paper cup.

"Keep your pinkie out, Daddy," Estella commanded, giggling.

Daddy obeyed.

[OOC: Open office door to visit Tyler or Estella, or to crash the tea party.]

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Tony, with just James en tow, Paused outside Tyler's office door. Because... really.

How did one react to that other than snickering. A lot.

"Come in," Tyler said, in a voice that asked Tony to wait to give him crap for this. (Not giving him crap for this really wasn't an option.) "Estella's making tea for all of us."

Estella was, in fact, setting up two more paper cups to fill.

He froze up just a little when he realized Tony had a kid with him. "Who's your friend?"

"One of the children claiming to be mine," Tony replied dryly. "Mine and Steve's."

Whoever this Doom guy was, he was going to get smacked when Tony met him.

That totally earned a snicker before Tyler could stop himself. "You and Steve? Things really are different in your world," he said, glancing over at his daughter. "I give you three guesses who Estella's mom is."

"And, one of the kid claiming to be yours? How many did you end up with, Tony?"

"Three others." Shut up, Tyler. "I'd prefer a paternity test on them before I believe it, though."

Jame just gave him an affronted look. "Dad!"

Tyler looked as if he very much wanted to make a comment but was holding back. "You didn't make Jarvis babysit the others, did you?" Because Tony was so clearly father of the year, here.

Estella had filled the paper cups, splashing only a little on herself, and was shoving one at James. "Hi! Have tea!"

James was an Avenger! He had other things to do and they didn't include tea parties!

But, he was his father's son and he dutifully sat down to appease the small and adorable girl. "Hi," He grumbled sulkily.

"They all ended up with their mothers," Tony replied. "Apparently I'm supposed to keep him from Steve's class to preserve the kid's sanity."

"More to preserve Steve's sanity," Tyler guessed. If this was Tony's son, sex ed would prove useful sooner rather than later.

"I called Marla. She made me promise to take pictures." Which was about the extent of her maternal input, but it wasn't like Tyler expected more.

Estella chattered away at James, ignoring his sulkiness. "Do you want extra sugar in your tea? Tea is best with lots and lots of sugar. And after we drink tea we can play dress-up!"

"He blew up two microwaves with Peeps."

James had been in the middle of holding up his cup to play along with the kid--because he was aoooo much older and mature-- when he turned to glare again. "It was an accident!"

"You didn't let me blow up any microwaves," Estella pouted. Not that she exactly wanted to, but she knew her father liked blowing things up and it was unfair for him to leave her out.

"Did you want to?" Tyler asked, diverted for a moment.

Estella considered this. "... it might be pretty!"

"It wasn't," Tony answered for him.

"But it could be!" Estella argued, trying to look as adorable as possible. It got her her way a lot. "Hi! Who are you? You don't have tea."

Tyler just stood back to watch this.

As did James there. This would be... interesting.

"No. I don't." Tony looked around for the coffee because he wasn't that good at this whole... kid thing.

"It's yummy!" Estella informed him, standing (possibly even unintentionally) between him and the coffee pot and holding the cup up for him to take. The liquid inside was bright blue.

Tyler? Still just watching, though he did take a sympathetic sip from his own cup.

With pinky properly aloft.

"No, I'd much rather have coffee," Tony insisted like this would work. "Which is behind you. Scoot."

"Tea first," Estella insisted, that angelic face going dark. "Tea is better."

She did not budge an inch.

This could only end in tears. "No, coffee," Tony replied, speaking like she was a slow child.

She was a child all right, but she wasn't slow.

"Tea. First." She said, jutting out her chin and squinting her eyes.

Tyler stood back, holding his breath.

"Coffee."

"TEA. FIRST. BE. NICE," Estella shouted, flinging the contents of the cup at ... well, at Tony's belt buckle.

And now Tony's very nice pants were soaked with sugary water. He shot Tyler a look for this.

Oh. Someone would pay.

"I hate children."

Without comment, Tyler passed Tony a wad of napkins. "I'll see you once our visitors have gone home," he suggested.

Please, god, let that be soon.

"You're bringing a bottle of scotch," Tony informed him, taking the napkins to begin cleaning himself off.

"Two," Tyler promised, and pulled Estella into his lap before she could do any more damage.

"Have fun with the tea party," Tony said, heading for the door and still... dripping. Ugh. "James."

James gave Estella a quick grin before following after him.

A nine year old girl poked her head around the door. "Hiiiii!"

"Hi," Tyler returned, curious. "Come in. Have tea."

Estella was already pouring another cup.

"Okay! Hi," Isae said to the littler girl, "you've got lots of curls in your hair."

"Isae," Ino's voice came carrying down the hall as the girl bounced into the room, "are you bothering Tyler-sensei?"

Ino, with slightly littler blond haired boy paused in the doorway. And stared. "Nice hat," Ino managed, doing her best to not giggle her head off. "Are those the flowers I gave you in it?"

“I am not!” Isae insisted, before looking at who she figured was Tyler-sensei. “Right? I’m having tea!”

"What's left of them," Tyler said, glancing from Ino to the children and back as he adjusted the hat. "I'm not doing any work anyhow. Come in. Ino, Isae, this is Estella."

"Hi! Do you want sugar in the tea?" Estella contributed.

The "tea" was actually blue Kool-Aid.

"Nice to meet you!" Isae and Ken said at the same moment.

Ino gently pushed Ken forward while Isae took a seat on the floor. "This is Ken," Ino said grinning a bit. "You might have seen him last night at club."

"It was fun," Ken said, moving to sit next to his sister. "Though not like the Academy much, Okaasan."

"No," Ino said dryly, "it's not. That's why it's a club and not the point of the school, sweetie."

"Sugar for me, please!" Isae chirped.

Estella poured a second cup of "tea," added pretend sugar, and passed it Isae. "Do you wanna put flowers in your hair too?"

Her father, meanwhile was nodding. "I noticed you have a little one at Fight Club," he said. "Is he going to be a ninja?"

"He's already in his second year of the Academy," Ino said, smiling slightly. "And there's another who'll be starting in about a year--she's too little yet, much to her dismay."

"Are they pretty flowers?" Isae asked, giving the ones Tyler was wearing a slightly dubious look. "Thank you for the tea. Only pretty flowers get to be used."

Even though it really wasn't tea.

"I picked them out!" Estella supplied.

They weren't really pretty, no, but they were among the best of those still living from Thursday's delivery.

"So you have three kids now, Ino?" Tyler asked, amused. "I only got the one."

At her mother's nod, Isae smiled. "Okay! But not too many, 'cause then they'd all fall out."

"Lucky you," Ino said dryly, "I've got four. These two are the easy ones."

"Are any of them really easy?" Tyler asked, dubiously. "And four. Wow. I'd be nuts by the end of however long the kids are here for."

"... they do go home, right?"

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"They go home," she said, ruffling Ken's hair. "Tonight, probably, if it's the same as last year. There'll be a portal."

Ino shrugged a bit. "Apparently I've taught them to listen fairly well to me. Ichigo's the one they keep running roughshod over."

"Okaasan's scary when she's mad," Isae contributed, grinning up at Ino.

"So it's not too bad 'less there's the four of them. Bedtime is probably the worst part of the day."

"Universe-to-universe delivery service," Tyler mused, glancing to Estella again. "All of yours are with your boyfriend? Must have freaked him out."

"Apparently," she said, with a roll of her eyes, "he asked Isae if they'd been paid to lie to him and pretend to be his. He's gotten over that, at least, though I suspect we're going to be having an argument once we're--" she waved one hand vaguely in the direction of the kids, "but whatever, if he's not going to take control, I'll do it even if that means bossing him around, you know?"

It helped that Ino liked bossing people around.

"He struck me as someone who could mostly take care of himself," Tyler commented, trying to remember Ichigo from the summer before. "Just ... at least give him a chance to be in charge, Ino. People like that."

"Yes," she said evenly, "but the right time is not when you've got four kids up past their bed times and him acting like a fifth."

"He does pretty good with two of them at a time," she admitted, "it's just, when there's four, I think he gets freaked out."

"I can't blame him," Tyler said. One kid freaked him out. "So he has the other two now?"

Estella was chattering away about the tea. "my tongue is blue!" she informed Ino, sticking out said tongue.

"It's very blue, sweetheart," Ino said, grinning at Estella. "How much tea have you had today?"

"Yup," she said, glancing back at Tyler while Isae passed her 'tea' off to Ken. "He didn't have class today, so he got the hyper-active ones."

"Lots and lots and LOTS!" Estella answered, with a little bounce. "Daddy likes it."

No. No, he didn't.

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