Cordy and Kid!Doyle

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Doyle looked around the lobby of the Hyperion. He remembered this place, he was here before. He also recalled the location of the kitchen. A smile grew on his little face as his thought came to surface. Juice.

Dashing into the kitchen he placed his now oversized hat on the counter and opened the fridge. “Now where be the juice. Where be- aha!” Doyle spotted it up on the shelf just at the tip of his reach. He pulled out the carton and closed the door. He froze clutching the carton. “I was gettin’ the juice ta quench me thirst. I’m not in trouble am I missus? I was goin’ ta ask but there be no one around. I can put it back missus.”

It was a good thing that Cordelia had already been debriefed about the spell that had reverted Doyle to a kid; otherwise, she would have been more than surprised to see the tiny boy in an oversized hat raiding the hotel’s kitchen.

Smiling in amusement, she shook her head. “No, you’re not in trouble, Doyle.” Cordelia assured him, crouching down next to this tiny version of her friend. “But why don’t you let me help you get some of that juice? Those cabinets are pretty high up for you to reach.”