it all started with a milo...

by thekiwi_isin

Summary:

One morning while staying at Audrey's apartment in Detroit, Milo drinks a Milo and chaos ensues...

Notes:

Hi friends! It's Kiwi with another new story ready to go.
Uh oh....

H-O-T T-O G-O, YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO. H-O-T T-O G-O, YOU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO!

Sorry, couldn't help myself hahaha.
Anyway, it's come to my attention that... this story is my TWENTIETH work on ao3. What the heck?!

Where does the time go? And to think we started with just one story about Maya and The Three and The Book of Life written by a 15 year old girl from a country glistening like a pearl at the bottom of the world.
Before we get into this story I'd just like to say: thank you. For reading my work. For leaving kind comments that warm my heart and fill me with happiness. For giving me kudos. You guys are the best and I love you all. Sending a million hugs!!!

Ok, where was I? Oh yeah!
So a little over a year ago this question popped into my head: if Milo Thatch drunk a Milo, would it be cannibalism?? (I even drew a cartoon of it. I've still got it; it's up on my wall!) Quite a few of my friends and family think so. And it was another day like any other: I was just doing my thing and living life when the idea of this fanfiction formed in my head. I got cracking, and here we are!

So yeah, I hope you enjoy this silly little work. Now, without any further ado, go forth and read, read I say!!

Early morning. As the sun arose to greet a new day the streetlights went out one by one and the rest of the city began to slowly wake up. Shopkeepers opened business and peddled their wares, children got ready for school, cars drove along the streets getting people from A to B, and Milo James Thatch sat at the kitchen table in Audrey’s apartment, muttering to himself as he translated a series of papers written in Latin into English… and drinking a milo. He was so absorbed in his work that he didn’t hear Kida, with her long white hair slightly messy from sleep and dressed in one of his shirts and some pants that Audrey had given her (since she found they were too long for her), come in until she stood behind him and wrapped her arms around him. He started, and quickly realised it was only his wife (to his relief).
“Good morning,” she murmured against his hair.
“Good morning,” he said back, standing up to pull her into an embrace and kiss her. “How are you feeling?”
“Well rested. Yourself?”
“Okay. And how’s Phoebe?”
“Fast asleep.”
Milo mimed wiping sweat off his forehead (which made Kida chuckle). “Phew!”
Kida noticed the mug of milo left abandoned on the table, picked it up, and asked “What is this?”
“Oh, that’s a milo.”
Kida did a double take. She missed several beats before repeating “A milo??” and then “Yadh-la-Go-Nikh! Why, you… you are a cannibal!”
“What?! No I’m not!” exclaimed a flabbergasted Milo. “I’m Milo, a person, and that-that milo is a chocolate drink, and there’s a fundamental difference between a human being and a drink-”
“Yes, you are a person Milo, but that drink is too named milo, so therefore you are a cannibal my love,” concluded Kida.
“No I’m not!”
"Wha’s going on?” Audrey yawn-said as she came in, still in her pajamas and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“Oh, good morning Audrey!” said Milo. “I, uh, hope we didn’t wake you.”
“Nah, I’m an early riser,” she replied. “Anyway, like I said, what’s up?”
“Milo is a cannibal,” said Kida, bluntly.
“WHAT?!”
“No, no, I’m just drinking a milo,” clarified Milo.
“Ohhhhh.”
Audrey walked over to Milo and pretended to examine him. “Yep, he’s a cannibal alright.”
“I knew it!” Kida said triumphantly.
“Guys!” cried Milo. However his voice broke at the end and he started spluttering with laughter.

The trio all had a good laugh over it, and eventually settled down to the point where Milo was busting about the kitchen and making Kida and Audrey their own milos. Audrey downed hers in four gulps while Kida drank hers slowly, and when she’d finished she declared it was a good drink… even if it did share a name with her husband.
Then along came the pitter-patter of tiny feet, and Milo, Kida and Audrey found little Phoebe standing in the doorway, wide awake and staring at her parents and older sister figure. They all wished her good morning and made a big fuss of her. Phoebe happily returned their cuddles and did her best to say “Good morning” back. Once she was contently sitting on her mother’s lap the adults’ conversation drifted towards plans for the day and the text Milo was translating and what was going on in both Detroit and Atlantis.
When there was a natural break in the conversation Phoebe looked her father right in the eye and calmly, yet innocently, asked “What’s a ‘can-bal’?”
“Oh no,” groaned Milo.
Kida wondered how on earth they were going to explain this.
“Here we go again,” sighed Audrey.

The End

Notes:

And scene!

Btw, here's a few things before we wrap up:
1) Yes, I know Milo (the drink) was invented in 1934 (btw, this story is set in the 1920s), but without this anachronism the story wouldn't really work and the joke wouldn't have a punchline.

2) Phoebe is two years old in this story. If you didn't know she's my oc and the daughter of Milo and Kida, and her middle name is Laniakea (after Kida's mum; since she doesn't have a canon name I was like "Well fine, I'll give her one myself then!"). If you'd like to know more about her feel free to read my other Atlantis The Lost Empire fanfic 1,000 steps to get here, a fic I wrote back in January of this year which covers Phoebe's birth and all the drama beforehand.

3) Something to balance it out because why not?

Ok, that's all for now folks! Thank you SO much for reading, have a stupendous day, and I'll see you when I see you. I'm taking just one paper over the summer to have something to do, and while it does mean half the workload and more free time it's still work. So I dunno when I'll be back. It could be a month, or even two years, from now.

Though that being said, since I managed to actually publish something this November maybe I will see you guys next month! (But first I gotta actually get some ideas... And depending on the circumstances that can be either very easy-peasy-mac-n-cheesy or very hard.)

Peace and lurve,
Kiwi
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