"Aww, honey. You know you look so much better in tights." He made it a point to just keep snuggling up to him. "Besides, I'm a much better Hook anyway." He nodded though. Kitty had that determined look about her always, the kind that could have her winning Hunger Games year after year if she had to. Then, he didn't like thinking about his little girl as a killer or about how fucked up the world had to be for something like the Hunger Games to be real. "I don't wanna be a drunk though. I guess we'll figure it out."
He pouted and sighed a little. Having Neil here was bittersweet, but Ethan wasn't trying to think about having to say goodbye to him again. They had just said hello again. He opened his sleepy eyes only slightly and grinned at him. "Goodnight. And sweet dreams of tomorrow's breakfast. I think I'm pulling out the waffle maker. How's about that for breakfast suggestions?"