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when he’s not eating, tiny baby cass is in his castle, the fireplace, consolidating his strength and working on his hoard

he’s only just big enough to grab one piece of cutlery with his tail and drag it back

balthazar is nothing short of bewildered the next morning when he can’t find it; he knows all of cass’ non-hearth hangouts, so where is his spoon?

the answer is, it melted

cass is just as frustrated as balthazar, really. why does his treasure just…disappear?

balthazar takes pains to explain, even sacrificing another fork as demonstration

and apparently, cass understands

but where to move his throne?

balthazar finds out soon enough when cass starts dragging his sooty little feetsies all across his face at night. he wakes up, coughs…

…and then shivers as his feet meet the cold metal of every single one of his spoons, crammed into the foot of the bed

all right, says balthazar, i’ll cut you a deal. you can sleep here, but only if you have a bath first

cass accepts, albeit with much indignant huffing and shnurffing

they’ll work on the hoard