"And I don't do guys young enough to be in daycare." Kitty retorted as she spread the peanut butter over her bread, reaching for a banana to slice. She didn't say anything for a few moment and instead concentrated on making her sandwich. Once it was done, she took a hasty bite and reached out to offer him some. Because, yes, Kitty was still that nice girl from preschool who would offer you part of her lunch. Which was pretty ironic, seeing as how she was always accusing him of being immature.