This is the most adorable story about Erik and Charles, which I've ever read. Despite the kitten army, especially Shaw, who I identify with my sister's cat. I truly understand Erik's feeling about him. Oh, and I like the way you deal with Moira. It was hilarious: "Charles wanted to name her after some famous dead scientist" and "Charles had been so happy about it that he'd quite literally started jumping around the room and had almost stepped on Moira's tail". Am I a bad person? I really don't like Moira, so it's quite possible I simply imagined that. Never mind. I love your sense of humor, the way you describe Charles and even this "chłopski posiłek", although I've never heard about something like that and I am Polish. That was a great domestic fic. Thank you!