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"You still look sad, Pip" Tony said, coming into the kitchen carrying a box.
"Tell me you didn't cave into her pouting," Clint said, as he pulled cookies out of the oven.
"Even I know better than to let her have a ferret with all the shiny bits around here," Tony said.
"What did you bring me, Uncle Tony?" Pippa asked.
"What makes you think there's something in this box for you, mini-Legolis?" Tony asked., putting the box on the table.
"You love me," Pippa said, her bottom lip sticking out.
"She has your number," Clint said, putting the cookie sheets on cooling racks.
"I don't know Uncle Tony's number," Pippa said. "It's in my phone."
"I went to see your Uncle Steve," Tony said, "and got some art supplies."
"You're going to draw with me?" Pippa asked.
"I'm going to paint with you," Tony said. 'You need a pet."
"I don't get it," Pippa said.
"I think your Uncle Tony is going to help you make a pet rock," Clint said.
"What's that?" Pippa asked.
"I think this idea ia a bust," Tony said.
'What's a bust?" Pippa asked.
"Helping you make a pet rock isn't going to do it," Tony said. "I just didn't want you to be sad anymore."
Pippa climbed down from her chair and wrapped her arms around her Uncle Tony's waist and said, "It's okay Uncle Tony, you tried."