Keith has arrived.

Keith arrives with a broom, twirling it into one paw.

Antonia is half-sitting, half-lying on the table, head on her folded arms on the table. She's not sleeping, no... ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.

Keith puts his broom down, leaning on it briefly as he watches Antonia. "Yeesh, cooking must be rough."

Ark has arrived.

Ark bounces down the wide steps, ears perked.

Antonia doesn't stir, most definitely asleep now... but she should be awake and cleaning up.

Keith bounces the broom straw on the floor.

Antonia stirs slightly this time, but she just turns her head over and settles back down.

Ark pauses, the stirring drawing his attention. He starts to trot toward Antonia, sniggering quietly to himself.

Keith starts towards Ark, with the broom. "Oh, shoot. I hate it when we leave little fuzzballs out! It must be shedding season."

Antonia has settled back to her original position, blithely unaware of the scene behind her.

Ark increases his pace with a giggle. "A'no' fuzzr'ba'!"

Keith hurries after the scampering dibbun, swish-swishing the broom threateningly towards his bottom.

Ark squeals as the broom swishes against his tail. He bounds around Antonia's chair.

Keith crouches down, and pushes the broom underneath the chair at Ark. "Dang dust balls!"

Antonia is oblivious still, but seems to be about to get a wonderful surprise.

Ark crawls up the back of the chair, with his claws digging into the chair's lining.

Keith has disconnected.

Ark sniggers. One. Two. Three. He leaps, claws extended.

Antonia shrieks, crashing into the table before falling between her table and the chair, her paws belatedly try to disconnect the dibbun from herself. "Hey! What's this, that's not a nice way to wake a beast up!" she yells, surprised at the rude awakening.

Quickbeak has arrived.

Quickbeak walks in and stands in the doorway looking rather puzzled at the pair.

Ark's eyes are quite wide, and he clings to the back of Antonia's clothing for dear life, though he's laughing uproariously.

Antonia luckily fell mostly on her side, so the dibbun didn't get crushed beneath her. But she is less than pleased now, turning in her dress to grapple with the kit.

Ark squeaks. He lets go and bounds up onto the chair so recently vacated.

Quickbeak continues to watch, his head tilting a bit as he stands in the doorway.

Ark exclaims, "A'din' do't!"

Antonia slowly gets up, back of her dress slightly clawed up. "Yes you did, you little scoundrel. That's not nice!" She moves quickly in an attempt to grab him.

Ark leaps from the chair to the armrest, and from the armrest to the ground, before bolting for Great Hall. "A'din' do't din'!"

Antonia chases after the dibbun, annoyed, but also in the mood for some fun. She's faster than Keith was, for sure.

Quickbeak looks for a moment and does the only thing he can think of- run to cut him off.

Ark is quite fast when he moves on all fours, but the stairs trip him up, as he has to navigate them more slowly. And on top of that there's a bird suddenly in his way. He squeaks again.

Antonia dashes to grab the dibbun before he can get back to his feet.

Ark squirms like a snake as he is grabbed. "A'din' do't! No m'faul'!"

Quickbeak watches Ark and Antonia and waits quietly for the moment.

Antonia shakes him slightly, but not enough as she would if she were truly angry. "Yes you did, you little rascal. You'd best tell me the truth, or you can't have any dessert!"

Ark pauses to think about this for a moment before squeaking, "A'didn'!"

Antonia raises an eyebrow. "There isn't any dessert for dibbuns who lie. But there is a big tub waiting to give bad dibbuns a bath..."

Ark squirms furiously again. "A'bi'you!"

Antonia just holds him tighter and more carefully. "You already clawed me, so I might as well get a bite too, if it means you get a bath." She purposefully moves towards the door to the kitchen.

Ark continues to struggle, including several air-kicks, but despite his threat he doesn't bite Antonia. At least not yet. "Lemmegolemmegolemmegodow'now!"

Quickbeak follows along not entirely sure what he should be doing right now.

Antonia shakes her head, still heading for the kitchen. "I won't. You're lying to me, so you get a bath and no dessert. I'll let you go if you tell me the truth." As much as she'd rather scrub the little wretch, she has to keep to an understandable punishment/reward.

Ark exclaims, "Bu' a'din'!"

Antonia frowns. "I saw you. That means you did."

Ark says, "Din'."

Antonia shakes him. "That means bathtime!"

True to her word, there is a large tub full of warm water near the hearth, though it appears to have been set up for dirty dishes... but dirty dibbuns can go in there too. "Yes, bath." Antonia says, making sure she holds onto him carefully.

Ark tries to twist around and crawl up the front of Antonia's dress.

Antonia carefully grabs him back, kneeling next to the tub of water, though it takes her awhile to get safely to the ground while he's throwing her off balance. "In you go..." She does her best to get him in the water and keep her paws on him.

Quickbeak decides to watch just inside the door and keep out the way.

Ark scrabbles furiously. "Nononononono!" /Now/ he uses his claws, and his teeth, and everything else he can. His fur is sticking straight out in agitation.

Antonia dunks her paws, still mostly attached to the dibbun, under the water, getting at least his footpaws. She does try to maneuver so his sharp little teeth have less to bite at, but she'll put up with bites for awhile if it means he gets his bath.

Ark turns his full destructive efforts on Antonia's paws and wrists now, clawing and biting anything that isn't actually attached to him.

Quickbeak looks a little angry at this and walks forward to try and grab the babe by the scruff of the neck with his beak, though not so he's hurt or anything.

Antonia dunks what she can of him fully underwater, but then starts showing the pain that she was trying to hide before.

Ark squeals as Quickbeak grabs him too. Sploosh. "Nononono!"

Released for a moment from the teeth, Toni takes full advantage of the chance to scrub him gently, though it probably seems rough to him. There is only a tiny bit of soap in the water, not having been complete for dirty dishes yet, but it'll suffice. She's not ready to get up to get any more.

Out of any other possibilities for escape, Ark sets up a loud wail at the indignity.

Quickbeak continues his beak hold and will dunk Ark when appropriate.

With the assistance, Toni dares to take a small bit from a bar of soap and apply it to the babe's fur. She's not going to continue this long, but she will give him a decent bath.

Ark continues to wail, but now he starts kicking and slapping the water as well.

Antonia scrubs him a bit more roughly, then dunks him again to rinse off the soapsuds. Letting the sparrow hold him for a moment, she grabs one of the larger dishtowels. With the towel to protect her from the sharp claws, she takes the kit from the bath, and attempts to dry him off, though she has less hold on him while both paws are on the towel.

Ark goes into full fledged panic mode as he is dunked. He comes up coughing and shaking, and the moment Antonia's hold is loosened he kicks against the bottom of the tub, trying to leap out.

Quickbeak hasn't let go yet and tries to hold him still.

Antonia dries what she can of the kit, then moves back, letting him go. "Sparrafriend, eggchick suffer more'nuff. Letta eggchick go."

Quickbeak lets go.

Ark streaks, still sopping, out of the kitchen and back toward Cavern Hole.

Antonia stands with a sigh, but there's a smile on her face with the small achievement. She folds the somewhat wet dishtowel in half, draping it half on a table, half hanging off the edge to dry. Then she smiles at Quickbeak, moving back towards Cavern Hole. "Sparrafriend readyum for morefood?" She points out the door before heading into the dinner area.

Antonia reenters Cavern Hole with a smile on her face, wiping soapsuds off her paws onto her apron.

Quickbeak walks in behind her, he looks a little wet too.

Ark isn't wailing anymore--it has trailed into sobs.

Antonia hears the sobs and sobers instantly. She goes towards the armchair from which the sounds seem to be coming, and kneels down to peer under it. "Come out, little one, I'm sorry to have frightened you."

Ark has, naturally, attracted a great deal of dust from being both wet, and under the chair. He's not immediately willing to come out yet, however.

Antonia sighs, then reaches into her apron pocket. She'd managed to save a cookie from lunch before her sparrow friend got to it... but the kit might as well have it. She extends it so it's visible from beneath the chair. "Come on out," she prompts, getting readily to snatch the cookie back and force the dibbun out from under the chair.

Ark reaches a paw for the cookie. It's of course, far too short, but he scoots forward to try and remedy that.

Antonia pulls away slightly, bringing the cookie out of the dibbun's reach again. "C'mere you."

Ark sniffs and squirms out from under the chair. "A'wan' cookie," he hiccups.

Quickbeak is now perched on the back of a chair trying to sort out his feathers, so many hours of preening a day.

Antonia sits on her hindpaws, taking the cookie into her lap. "Come here then. Say you're sorry for jumping on me, and you can have the cookie."

Ark crawls toward Antonia, stopping just short of her lap. "Srry..."

Antonia looks at him. "That didn't sound like you mean it."

Ark repeats, "A'srry."

Antonia sighs, but extends the cookie to him again. "Don't do it again."

Ark takes the cookie and immediately begins to devour it, leaving crumbs everywhere.

Quickbeak flaps over and starts pecking up the crumbs.

Antonia sighs, standing up. "What's your name?" she asks belatedly of the dibbun.

Ark looks up at her, sucking on his paw. "Ahk."

Toni asks, "Ank?"

Ark repeats, "Ahk."

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