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"Hey there, Art," Ted said the moment he entered Cappuccinos and laid eyes on the lion. "Surprise!"

Art, to his credit, didn't seem too surprised. "Ted? When did you get here?" He then looked past Ted at the giant otter entering. "Oh, hi Otis."

"Hey, Art," Otis said with a smile." Can you make me an Americano and whatever Ted wants."

"I'll just take a banana smoothie," Ted said, sitting on one of the stools in front of Art's barista station. "I came over with my dad."

"Your dad's here too?" Art said, writing down Otis' name on a cup. "Is it because of who's visiting Venti for the first time?"

Ted nodded, folding his arms against the tabletop. "Dad wants to have a talk with Reggie's bio dad."

"That is one conversation I would almost pay to see," Art said as he finished making the Americano for Otis, handing it to him.

"I almost feel sorry for the old guy. He doesn't stand a chance going up against a West."

Art grinned, giving Ted a nod. "After meeting your mother, I can completely agree with you."

"And trying to resist Ted when he has his mind set on something is impossible," Otis said, sipping his drink with a grin. "I'd rather try to push over a semi instead."

"Are you saying I could push over a semi if I had my mind set on doing it?" Ted asked.

"You grew up with Venti," Art said as he put the ingredients for Ted's banana smoothie in the blender. "You probably could through sheer stubbornness."

"That's what I like about you, Art," Ted said, "you know me so well."

"It's a gift," Art said, pouring the smoothie into a cup and handing it to the hyena. "So let me guess, you two are here while Venti tries to convince the dad who raised him to not confront the dad who gave him up?"

Ted whistled softly. "You know my brother so well, it's almost like you were there."

Art winked at Ted before putting the blender in the sink, rinsing it out with the high pressure nozzle. "I can also guess Venti is going to cave in and let his father have his way."

"When did you become psychic?" Ted said, his eyes growing wide. "You're scaring me, Art."

"Don't be scared," Art said, flipping a dish towel onto his shoulder. "I practically live with your brother, and I know he's much too respectful towards his parents. Venti doesn't stand a chance at rebellion."

"I dunno, I remember one time when Venti wanted to go to a rock concert," Ted said, sipping at his banana smoothie. "Dad said there was no way he was going. Venti said he was going whether Dad said so or not."

"And Venti caved in, didn't he?"

"Yup, because Dad played the babysitter card. Told Venti he had to watch me."

Art whistled low at that. "I bet Venti wasn't happy."

"They compromised. Dad bought Venti that band's latest CD, which made my big bro happy for at least a week."

"Up until the next time he was feeling rebellious."

"Stop being psychic, Art. It's really spooking me."