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Bart was doing his best to reach out to the guy who had once been a version of his grandfather, for all his insistence on a really dumb name. And nothing said reaching out like a colorful plant with no need to actually care for beyond finding sunlight. So he had a wax bulb that said "Amaryllis" on the tag tied around the sprout.

"Hey, Grampoopy, where are--" he started as he vibrated through the door into the tiny, depressing place, but he stopped dead, because there was someone else in here. "Oh, sorry."

One second ago, Kara had been in the middle of the oh-you-don't-even-have-dishes-do-you face, but it became looking up at the sound of someone coming in straight through the door itself. Blinking in surprise at the boy, and the strange plant in his hands, and not quite having a clue what to make of the at least one of the words he just said.

And he wouldn't even know how to respond to the question. Thanks for the interruption, Bart! Instead, his attention goes to Bart. And the thing he's carrying. "That's not the name either. Let's try to avoid anything with bodily functions."

"It fits, like Grumpa. You're such a Debbie Downer. That's why I got you a plant. This place needs some color, and you don't even need to water it," Bart explained.

He considered, then held his hand out. "Hi, I'm Bart."

There's a hand out, but Kara?

Kara is not slow, and her hand is busy, pointing between them.
After the second time an almost-word has been used, and the coming through the door.

"Wait. Are you his--" This is outlandish, but so is everything else. It's almost easy to roll with the question. The first had been to Bart, but the second question ended up being for Bar -- Savitar. "You have a grand-kid?"

Is that even possible?

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Savitar snorted, shaking his head. "No." Does he look like someone who got married, grew old with someone and had grandkids? Not in this universe. Probably. "He's Barry Allen's."

"My Grandpa Barry is blond. I figure I'm from a different Earth than Sam here, but we're trying to decide what the relationship name is, and he keeps vetoing them." Bart added.

Kara looks back and forth between them, with something of a bobbled shift, and quasi-understanding, at least following along sort of, oh. Barry has kids someday. Or a kid. Or doesn't. He isn't exactly blond either. Which. Somewhere Barry is blond. And has a grandkid. Who is here. Now.

"Oh." Somehow that's a sensible answer. It seems to fit a lot of things around here. Like someone's absolutely not being Barry and their absolute lack of plates and not quite a grandchild who comes bearing flowers anyway. "This place doesn't really slow down, does it?"

That's factious more than actually asked, getting back to. "I'm Kara."

Beat. "From a different world, too."
In multiple ways even. "It's nice to meet you."

"Does anywhere?" Ever? He doubts it. He really does.

In any case, he'll take that bulb from Bart and go put it on the kitchen counter to figure out what to do with later.

"So, um, right. I can, you know, leave, if you want. I just thought Gradoody's place needed a little color. Tell me this place isn't totally depressing? I mean, even when I was at my worst, I wasn't living in an emo-goth cry for help."

"No. It's fine." Kara shakes her head. "I didn't actually announce I was coming over at all. I just showed up. I didn't mean to impose if you two already plans."

Buuuut.

"But - " Because it was true. " - we were just discussing the apartment."
Sort of? Almost? They might have been headed that way?

"We did not have plans." Savitar has plans with no one, ever. At least not in this world. He's about to say something like that when the rest of what she said catches up with him. "Wait. We were?"

"Oh, good. Because that couch alone requires an Intervention. What dumpster did you dig it out of, Oldster?" Bart asked, grinning.

"I just was dropping by before this guy collapses into a black hole of brood."

Kara doesn't know either of them well enough to side with the other, even if her inclination would probably send her in the direction of what brought her here in the first place. Which might be why she gives Savitar a flat kind of smile, with a little bravery, for questioning rephrasing it to: "We were about to be?"

And one step opens for another.

"Or did you not just imply you might still not have plates to eat on?"

Staring at her for a long moment. Carefully choosing his exact words. "I didn't say that." He just subtly implied it and it is of course absolutely true. But he didn't say the words outloud.

"He doesn't. I looked."

Bart Allen, ever helpful.

She did say imply for a reason. Which Kara's expression points out.
That look only becomes stronger when Bart backs it up with proof.

"So you definitely need dishes, then."

Oh, the look of annoyance he throws Bart's way. Stop going through his things, not grandson damn. "I wouldn't say I need them."

"Hey, I do what I can to look out for family. I usually get blamed when things go wrong whether I knew about it or not," Bart points out, grinning impishly.

Kara isn't going to agree. You at least need a plate, a bowl, a coffee cup, a teacup, flatware to eat with.
"I had to go a few sections over and get more towels today anyway," Kara says. "I could pick some up?"

Or a full set. You know. Because then when company came, he'd have things for company, too.

You could just put tea in a coffee cup, Kara. Or not. Who is he to say? "You don't have to do that." And then a sharp look to Bart. "I got it at Goodwill!"

"It's beyond hideous, MoreDaddy," Bart said. "Please tell me it wasn't all my grandmother's taste that I grew up with."

He shrugs. "The couch stinks. Actually, the whole apartment looks like the kind of thing a rebellious teenager would love to have. Just warn me before you start piercing everything."

Okay, Kara can agree. The names are ... a little odd, and they only get odder each time.
Plus, he's a little. What is a good word for it? Rambunctious?

Still, she says, "It's really not a problem."

"Unless you wanted to be able to pick them out yourself?"

"Not that one either." About the name. He's absolutely vetoing that one. And then to Kara: "If I have to have them, yeah."

"Do you really trust a guy who owns like one non-black article of clothing to pick out plates? Not that i'm voting for scarlet-and-gold, either, Gumby," Bart said, the first to Kara, the second to Savitar.

"I mean, really, somebody needs to brighten up this place, and one no-maintenance flower won't be enough. Ever thought about pets? Dr. Helen got me a puppy when I was living with Max. I miss Dox."

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