Len hummed, mostly amused at the ‘Snowball’ quip. He wasn’t entirely wrong after all. Though Mick tended towards ‘Snowflake’ more often than not. And any number of other snow and ice related nicknames he could come up with. Which was perfectly fine with Len, given his appreciation of word play. Just so long as Mick was fully prepared to get just as good as he gave.
He watched with interest as Mick started interacting with his new pet, glad that they wouldn’t have to waste any time arguing as to whether or not he was actually going to keep it. Of course he was. Len would have insisted until he gave in otherwise, but he knew his partner would probably appreciate something to come back to and something else to talk to. Sometimes having something to talk to that couldn’t actually respond was refreshing. Made venting easier, certainly. But he wasn’t worried about Mick’s sometimes heavy feet being a problem. Not for a cat. Kitten or no cats tended to be a little bit more reactionary and quicker to get out of the way. But Mick also wasn’t as graceless as Len could tell he thought he was. Especially not after Chronos.
“Feisty like his new owner. Guess I picked right,” Len commented, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. He couldn’t quite stifle a chuckle at the choice in name. His own fault, he supposed, but definitely fitting. Not quite as punny as something he probably would have gone for with a pet. He and Barry were actually still mulling over names for the cat the Speedster had all but insisted on taking back with them. He’d introduce Mick to that one too, at some point, but right now he was more interested in seeing if Mick and Ashes were going to get along. From the looks of the way the kitten was already making itself comfortable on his partner’s chest he didn’t think they’d have any issues at all. And he couldn’t really blame the little squirt. Mick’s warmth was easy to gravitate to.
“Already taken care of,” he reassured him, glad that Mick was at least thinking of things like that. “Dropped off the ‘stuff’ before we even went to the shelter. You know how I am when I have my mind set on a plan. And it was easy enough when you were out all day. You’ll need to get more but there are some cans of food, bowls and I took care of the box and litter. Left it all in the bathroom.” He hadn’t been sure where Mick would want all of it so it seemed like a safe enough bet, and he’d wanted to Mick to be able to focus more on getting to know the little fluffball before he started worrying about all the care.
The thank you was less surprising than it might have been a while ago. He didn’t need it of course but he was glad it seemed to confirm that Mick was, in fact, planning on keeping the cat. “You’re welcome. Figured you probably wouldn’t go to the shelter yourself so it seemed like the best thing to do. You already have the job, now you’ve got the pet. Just start working on that little house with the white picket fence next.” On that he was mostly kidding. He didn’t expect either of them to go full on domestic for however long they were stuck here. Mick would always get restless and his own fingers would always get twitchy for an intreaguing new puzzle or heist but some sense.