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Ahhh home sweet home. Istas dropped her bags just inside the front door. She'd taken the bus home and looked around, she didn't see her mom or her dad. But they had to be around here somewhere since the front door was unlocked.

"MOM, DAD!? I'M HOME!!!" The child cried as she made her way towards the fridge, pausing when she saw a strange man digging in the fridge, "DADDDDD THERES A HOBO IN THE FRIDGE!!!!"

He really did look like a Hobo, "WHY IS HE IN THE FRIDGE!?" Istas started backing out looking for her father, did someone break in while her parents were gone did she need to call her senshi friends? She was already dialing her dad's cellphone number when she ran into someone, looking up. "DADDY!" She hid behind him almost automatically and pointing.

Lorenzo was laughing by the time Istas ran into him. "Well hello Snow Rabbit, Nice to see you back. Did you have fun at camp?" However he didn't get an answer out of his daughter as she was looking at the 'hobo' and then to her dad, "It's okay Kiddo, he's family." He sighed and shook his head, looking at Noah before picking up the ten year old.

"This is Noah, my cousin. Noah, this is Istas. My little girl." He smiled at Istas as if to show there was no harm in Noah digging in the fridge.

Istas stared at her father, looking at him unhappily. "He still looks like a hobo."

However, she paused when he said she looked just like Zia. "Zia? Pretty lady with a big doggy? I think it's name was Harley?" She asked curiously butter yellow eyes looking from her dad to Noah. Okay if he knew Zia maybe he wasn't so bad.

She paused looking him over again. "You're family?" She asked eying him carefully before double checking with her father. "How do you know Zia?"

Lorenzo shook his head with a chuckle ruffling Istas' bangs. "You can't go calling people hobos." He mentally tacked on no matter how much they do look like one.

He paused, lofting a brow when Istas seemed to already know Zia. "How do you know her?" He asked curiously just before his phone started ringing. He paused and glanced at it. "Oh sorry I have to take this..." He said as he walked back to his office.

Istas seemed to ponder he fact Zee was his little sister. She was looking at Noah again lofting a brow, "She dresses fancier than you. Did you know that? I saw her at camp, she even looked sorta fancy in the forest ranger uniform."

She took the offered hand for a shake. As she didn't seem to mind, "Okay Uncle." The child seemed to be pondering over something looking from the fridge to her new uncle. There was a smile that came over her face, "Will you get me some ice cream?" She asked looking up at him, knowing there should be push-up pops in the freezer less someone had already ate them. "There's suppose to be push-up pops in the freezer, I can't reach them, they're on the top shelf."

She was trying to gauge how awesome Noah was by seeing what he'd do for her. Despite the fact she could very easily get the mini step ladder that was hidden in one of the cabinets and get it herself.

Istas giggled, when he said Zee's a fancy person. "She has pretty clothes." The child nodded watching as Noah seemed to be a little put off.

She smiled watching, Lorenzo was busy in another room and hadn't heard Istas' request for Ice cream. Noah seemed to falter a bit, scratching his whiskers. He totally looked like a hobo, she'd have to inform Zia of this.

"Guess." The child smiled sweetly looking at her uncle. With her butter yellow eyes waiting to see which flavor he pulled out from the choices of blue raspberry, orange, grape, and cherry.

Istas watched him curiously and looked innocent when he shot her a suspicious look. He might've known what was going on but she could still play angel. Granted she really wasn't messing with him, she just wanted to know if she could trust him, you could tell a lot by an adult picking a flavor. At least in Istas' theory you could. Taking the grape push up pop she grinned, "Thank you~ Uncle Noah!"

Then she unwrapped it and started nibbling on it, getting a slight grape mustache. "Soooooooo.... what do you do? I know daddy works with those stock things." She'd never completely understood anything he said when he was talking business it all sounded so technical and complicated. Which often sort of interrupted one of their games or something, granted she didn't mind much it's just she'd rather understand the goblity gook of information he was throwing at his clients.

Istas watched as Noah seemed perhaps a little resentful at these 'stock things'. There was a questioning look on her face, was he jealous or just hate it that was a question she'd probably let lay because she didn't want to hear an adult go on a tirade about it. She nodded, "It's really... complicated..." she had strung out the word slightly to make sure she said it right.

Pausing there was a mention of a restaurant and chicken fingers. "OHHH You make Chicken fingers!?" She paused looking at the push up pop, chicken fingers sounded so good right about now. "I've been at camp all week, we had such icky food. I wonder if we could talk daddy into going out and eating."

She looked at Noah, "I'd love some Chicken fingers and fries for dinner." The child took another bite of her push up pop. Most of the camp food she found was pretty ew, it was either bland or didn't taste right. Most of the chicken was cheap and tasted like cardboard. "It doesn't taste like a box does it?" She asked after thinking for a second, "Because anything 'chicken' the camp gave us tasted like a box." She'd gotten that from her dad, when they got those chicken nuggets that one time, they were really icky. She had to basically pour mustard on them for some sort of taste.

Istas watched him curiously a grin growning on her face, "Awesome!!"

The fact he confirmed they tasted like chicken was even better, "Oh good, they sound awesome! Do you think we can talk daddy into going out?" If she could get her dad on board, her mom couldn't say no.

She paused, "Camp Larkspur, Zia was the forest ranger there." She replied with a hum as she finished her push up pop. "It was... interesting...." she said after a second unsure if she should actually mention the small destruction problem.

Istas grinned when Noah said maybe, pausing when her uncle smacked his forehead. "Uh..... you shouldn't hit yourself." She said softly tilting her head when he commented on the camping trip.

"Doesn't Zia like camping?" She asked curiously. Thinking if the girl had been a park ranger obviously she had to like camping in some form.

She paused glancing to see if her daddy was off the phone, spotting him with a pen in hand. "He's probably almost done. He's writing stuff down, normally that means he's about to hang up."

Lorenzo indeed hung up the phone after he finished writing down what he was writing and slipped it into a folder on the desk before getting back up noticing Istas' head peeked around the corner. "Ahh sorry kiddo." He said slightly sheepishly, before pausing, "I noticed you left your stuff at the door, don't you think someone could trip on that?" He watched the child look towards the door were her camping bags were.