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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[thrice_gifted]

Gabrielle follows her nose into the kitchen, Aiden squirming and babbling in her arms. "Hello, Marian!" She goes over to give Marian a one-armed hug, while Chaosti follows her in and gives Daemonar a pat on the head as he steals a cookie.

[fiesty_eyrien]

"Gabrielle! Hello!" She smiles and shifts position, letting Daemonar down so he can grab at Chaosti's knees. "Be nice, Daemonar," she says absently, getting up to return Gabrielle's hug. "And hello, Aiden, and Chaosti too." Aiden gets a gentle nosepoke, and of course Chaosti gets a hug.

[thrice_gifted]

Aiden babbles and grabs at her hand (probably intending to chew on it) as Chaosti stoops to disentangle Daemonar from his knees before scooping him up so he wouldn't trip as he returns Marian's hug. Gabrielle grins. "How have you been? I haven't seen you around much lately."

[fiesty_eyrien]

"Busy taking care of this one." She gestures to Daemonar with her free hand, and tries to tickle Aiden with the one he's holding. "He's a handful. I hate to think of what his father must have been like," she laughs and shakes her head. Daemonar's making happy babbling noises at Chaosti, that are probably meant to be a story of some sort.

[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.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar goes up behind her and kisses her neck with a smile. "I thought I smelled something good."

[fiesty_eyrien]

Marian squeaks delightedly and turns to give him a proper kiss. "I wondered where you were." For his part, Daemonar's giving a happy squeal and, once again, trying to squirm out of his mother's arms.

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar will snag him if Marian doesn't mind and give him a tickle. "Stop that, boyo," he says affectionately, before leaning forward to give her a kiss. "Just outside. Not far."

[fiesty_eyrien]

Daemonar promptly squeals again and squirms, laughing. Marian returns the kiss and stands to wrap her arms around Lucivar's waist. "Mm. Want a cookie, do you?"

[tomboy_22]

Anita will wander in, in Leopard form, on a break from her Henry-door-watch.

She pauses, observing the scene.

This can't be what she thinks it is.

[fiesty_eyrien]

Marian gives the leopard a curious look -- she doesn't know it's Anita, of course, having never met her, and so does Daemonar. After a few moments, Marian leans to offer a hand, carefully. "Hello?"

[tomboy_22]

The leopard is sitting on its hind legs, tail lazily flapping.

"Hello." Somewhat mesmerized.

[fiesty_eyrien]

"I don't think we've met?" All politeness. But Daemonar's making grabby motions at the leopard. He likes fuzzy things.