[For Will, Lilo] welcome to my silly life

When they get close to Will and Magnus's place, Kate puts her fingers to her lips and whistles. Both Lilo and Bonny come scampering back to her side. Lilo's got her face tilted up and Kate has to arch her eyebrows and cock her head toward the path to keep her from tripping and falling. Bonny's not much help, running around them in circles, jumping up for pets and nudging at Lilo's hands with her nose. She's getting better, though, with Lilo around to give her lots of affection.

They're all getting better. Better enough that Kate's laughing at Lilo asking if Elvis can ever come to the island, even though she's asked every day since she learned. Better enough that Kate's gut's not twisting even knowing what she's coming to talk to Will about. It's a bright good day, and maybe they'll go to the beach and Lilo can surf later.

She whistles again when they get to the hut. This time for Will. It's kind of handy that they all come to the same call. "Hey, Willmeister! You home?" That's just so he doesn't feel like a kid or a puppy.

[For Phoebe, Lilo] Viva Las Vegas

Light flickers off the flatscreen monitor of Kate's media station where it sits on top of a stack of boards separated by coconut shells that they use for Lilo's dresser. From her spot on the bed, Kate can just make out the folding screen she'd made from a couple of crappy tourist-trash kimonos like they sell at the International Market in Waikiki and jungle-trash branches she spent days soaking, warping, whittling straight. Lilo likes it, because she can 'slam' it across the space between her pallet and the bed and it feels like she has her own space. Kate likes it, because it feels like she did something right for once. Even if it's just giving an angry six year-old her own room and a door to slam.

Right now, Bonny's curled up in her corner on her pallet. Lilo's on her stomach, chin on her hands, watching Elvis and Ann Margaret prance around a pool party in Viva Las Vegas. There weren't a lot of Elvis movies on her media station when she got it. Just a few, but there are enough that Kate's pretty sure the guy never wore short sleeves. Ever. And not enough that she doesn't know this one by heart, which is why she's making up stories about tragic fires, shooting up, angry hookers, never-revealed deformities, Abnormalities, when she sneaks a kiss to Phoebe's shoulder and her fingers pick idly at the hem of Phoebe's dress.

It's not a thing, like her and Declan. More of a thing like her and Imri. They like being together. It's comfortable. She trusts Phoebe with Lilo. And they're both cool with the booty call list being longer than one. Tonight, it feels a little more like a thing but Kate knows it's because she's struggling to stay awake, even with Lilo half-wrapped around her leg and Bonny's occasional barked commentary on the movie. She's had to dial back her training, but she's got lifeguarding and first aid and sewing and cooking and training and sparring and laundry and the chick-a-dees and William and Lilo. Even with all that, sleeping around someone else who's awake is kind of huge. It says things. But either Kate's grown or she's just really tired because she knows what things and she honestly doesn't care.