Kris didn't miss their old home much, but there were certain things here and there that they longed for. When night crept over the Ascendent's sky, they couldn't help but long for their mother and her baked goods. If there had been one nice thing that had come out of that house, it was butterscotch-cinnamon pie.

Kris had never learned the actual recipe- Toriel would let them help from time to time but they were far too young to do most of the actual baking on their own -but that was alright. They could remember vaguely what the ingredients looked like, and about how much of everything had been put in to the pie itself. They could do this.

The kitten first had to find the ingredients, though. They were an independent child and they believed they could do it themselves, but in truth, they had no idea where anything they needed might be. Did this place have ovens? They weren't quite sure. They were reluctant to go to anyone for help, though. While maybe they would share the pie with the clan, sharing the workload was lame. Kris could do it themselves...! Maybe.

The child sat, hidden gaze staring at a patch of dirt before them. Kris wouldn't ask for any help, but perhaps if it presented itself, they wouldn't mind taking it.

"SPEECH"

▹▹▹▹ Being up late wasn't necessarily an oddity for Kit, but to see a young child up at this hour as well was something that was less frequent. Granted, that was perhaps an obvious fact. Most of the children in the Ascendants were either well cared for and rather mature in nature, or they were energetic little blobs of energy that barely ever stopped. Whatever the case was, Atticus yawned slowly as he made his way back towards the Observatory that evening, his paws carrying him lightly across the grounds in order to avoid any unnecessary noise and bother. It was in doing so that his gaze caught on to the small figure, a shadow really, hunched over in the dim lighting. His paws stilled for a moment, the only sign he was acknowledging the figure as anything more than shadow-play being a faint quirk of his brows as his paws turned to carry him closer, his golden eyes shining. "What's the matter?" he spoke, his voice breaking the silence, direct as he paused long enough to sit himself down for a moment and regard the child with his full attention.