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Finn dropped the bowl of gruel, fortunately still over the counter top, and turned towards Fisha shaking
He knew, logically, this was to be expected, they had a basic understanding of English preprogrammed into them, it was just more convienient that way, but-
It still felt so unreal, hearing this child he had only just met, just held, just feared, just resented, and now loved, already calling Barnaby-By extension, himself-"Dadda", it was... Late. He was hearing things and misattributing them to this newborn. That made more sense than logic, that his daughter this new, younger, toon had spoken so soon after being born...
How old was she anyways-? Shaking himself awake, he turned around and grabbed a spoon. They were all pretty small, since the toons themselves were all pretty small, but he made sure to grab an actual "Baby-toon-spoon", Heh.
Still rationalizing the night to himself, Finn was shivering as he walked the bowl over to her, sitting at almost face-level after he took his own seat, and began feeding her.
He thought about what all he had mushed up, he knew he probably could have just cut some fruit into small bites, since it wasn't like she actually needed all this especial delicate care, they weren't real "people", she would probably be "3" within the month, but it felt so, so wrong to deprive her of growing up.
Pears, Avocado [they only had one, why did they even-], A Banana, and probably mixed in some apple sauce and a touch~ of mashed up peas.
Admittedly, it was probably gross as all hell, and probably way too much stuff for a real baby to have to deal with all at once, but, for what it's worth, she looked happy with it.
And that was worth the world to him.
After Finn Fin-ished cleaning up the mess he she they had made, and properly made sure Fisha could (at-least somewhat) breathe through both her gills and lungs-it was hard even for him to adjust to-he carried her back down the hallway, back past Sprouts room-which was still open with no one inside, poor guy-and down to Finn's room, where he finally got her settled into the aquarium beside his bed, even giving her and Barnaby a bit of fish food each, and finally, FIN-ALLY, got to go to bed...
As he felt himself carefully guided to sleep, Finn thought about how the worst part of the day...
Was probably reusing the "Fin-" pun... ZZZ.