Kelly-Clickspring

"Y'know what? I have something of yours come to think of it," Iggy whispers, quietly as his big body will allow without his voice breaking. He sees the young borrower give him a quizzical look. Better than being afraid at least. Iggy wanders the short distance to his small kitchen and pulls open the top drawer nearest to the sink. The junk drawer - a jumbled mess of odds and ends, a great little hiding spot for an itty bitty shoulder bag. Iggy gently pulls it out by the strap and holds it in his fist. The little borrower had left it after the rat incident. Iggy had marveled at its size awhile, carefully slipped some supplies inside and stashed it in a safe place, trying to come up with a plan to return it. Seems now is as good a time as any. Before returning to the table he takes a moment to rifle around in the mishmash, looking for some objects that may make breakfast a bit more comfortable for his tiny guest. Being too big for most settings, Iggy knows all too well the