Another year and a half later, Ratchet is now approaching more or less 9 years old

Miss Spinster collected Atina and Mort's empty bowls, raising a scaly eyebrow at the little Lombax.

He had long since finished eating, but was yet again fiddling with something. She sighed- four years later, same situation.

Ratchet slipped the gadget into his pocket, excusing himself.

"Oh no, you don't!" Miss Spinster tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around, dropping the small tool he held in his hand in fright.

The Veldinian woman beckoned her three-fingered hand for him to follow. Bemused, but willing enough to comply, Ratchet followed her into the kitchen.

Hmm… She turned around quickly. Ah ha!

"Uh…the blender isn't working." She said feebly.

He looked surprised, and his confused expression deepened. "Yes it is! You used it this morning!"

Darn it. That, she had.

"Didn't,"

"Did!"

"Didn't!"

"Did!"

"D-"

Miss Spinster stopped herself. She was having a childish 'Didn't Did' Argument with a nine year old. She glowered, and put her hands on her hips. Darn darn DARN! That Lombax didn't miss a thing.

Ratchet walked up to the blender and pressed the button. The long blades inside spun consistently. "See?"

Thinking quickly, she suddenly pretended to gasp, and pointed out the window.

"Look! A Leviathan!"

"What?!" He turned around in disbelief. Miss Spinster acted quickly, grabbing a nearby kitchen utensil and sweeping the blender onto the floor, where the plastic casing on the bottom cracked, exposing the broken machinery.

"It broke again," She insisted, amused. It took all of her self control not to laugh at the expression on the Lombax's face!

"Yes it did," He simply muttered, wide eyed.

Miss Spinster smirked, and scooped up the rather battered remains of the blender and held them out to the Lombax. His jaw hung open slightly with shock, and took them.

"Do you think you can fix it?" She enquired challengingly.

Realisation dawned for him. "Oh! Yeah, of course!" He blushed slightly, invisible to the naked eye; one of the pros of having fur. "I'll try anyway…." He murmured, already inspecting the blender.

Miss Spinster ruffled the fluffy fur on the top of his head, and ushered him out of the door.

"Come find me when it's done, or if you need help," She called after him. Once he was safely out of earshot, she gave in and leaned against the work surface, laughing uncontrollably.

/A.N. I wuv Miss Spinster :D I think she is fast becoming one of my favourite OCs XD/