Since it's been a while...

[fiesty_eyrien]

Marian's in the kitchen, having gathered what flour she can find to make a batch of cookies. True, it's not as much as she's baked for the Mansion before, but she decided to conserve where she could and only made one batch. She's currently seated at the table, trying and mostly succeeding in keeping Daemonar's hands away from the cookies. "Don't

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[sceltwarlord]

Khary comes in and snags a cookie and fuzzes Daemonar's hair. "Mmm. My favorite." He says cheerfully with a grin for her. "Would you like a hair fuzzing too?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

"Not particularly, but a hug might do." She grins and shifts Daemonar to her hip, standing to give Khary a hug. Daemonar squeals happily and says "Kha!", which is, obviously, as close as he can come to 'Khary' at the moment. "How's Morghann doing?"

[sceltwarlord]

He makes a face. "She keeps saying she's 'big'. She's doing wonderfully, though. I'm getting a little sick of books flying at my head." He gives her a grin and hugs her and smiles at Daemonar. "Hey, boyo, been behaving for your mama?"

[fiesty_eyrien]

"I never threw books at Lucivar," she says seriously, but still with a grin. "Frying pans, maybe." Daemonar bounces and nods, giggling a little.

[sceltwarlord]

"Ouch. I do not envy Lucivar those." He laughs, though.

[fiesty_eyrien]

"He's the one that taught me, he shouldn't complain!" With a prim look.

[sceltwarlord]

"Oh, he doesn't." A pause.

"Within your earshot." And a grin, again.