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[alien_isabel]

Well what have we here? Are they even familiar faces anymore? Isabel and Warren Meers. They're older than they were last they left the bar, but the alien princess at least has indeed aged well. In fact one can hardly tell she's now nearly seven years older than her prior visit. And in tow? Two rather adorable little kids. Both with their

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[notinthefett]

Because they certainly have crayons. Oh do they have crayons. And there is already food escaping off plates and onto the table. This is dinner out with childrens. This is TGIMilliways.

And Warren is laughing and cracking a private joke as he cuts everyone's food. Isabel's too. She's still his main baby, after all.

"...because then Brookie was like: 'Because I totally found it in the lab.' I have never seen a man spit so far."

[alien_isabel]

The romance was still alive and it was apparent in the body language between the two adults. Isabel was snuggled up close to Warren's side, laughing at his jokes. She was used to his sort of humour and honestly her laugh was, for the most part, genuine.

She leaned over, steadying the hand of her son. "No throwing food silly boy. No no no." She blew a raspberry on the kids cheek.

[notinthefett]

"But I wanna," Warren pouts, holding up a carrot.

The babies have no romance, much to the relief of all. Ashley looks mildly cranky (transdimensional travel will do that to anyone under the age of five), and Patrick, as always, looks pleased to have a hand full of mashed potatoes.

"See, Baby? This was a great idea for dinner. We could easily run out on the check."

[alien_isabel]

"Yeah we could. Or? We could get ourselves and our children stuck here for trying to do so." Isabel noted. Not that she'd mind all that much. Still, not a place to raise a family really. Coming and going as one pleased? That was the way to deal with the bar, at least in Isabel's opinion. "Patrick stop it." She carefully took his spoon away. "I will make you sit on my lap if you don't behave. Not that you even know what I'm saying. Warren do something."

[notinthefett]

Snappin' fingers man is no match for giant green man, and Patrick's head snaps in Mike's direction. He drops his potatoes.

"Ooooooourglphlbbbbbbbbbbbbkkkkkkkppppppppppppt," Patrick says.

There is no available translation. He is a baby.

[notinthefett]

Dance, monkey, dance! ...Or, turtle. And...juggle. Patrick is still at the age when he could be impressed by air, or possibly crapping himself, but Ashley has spotted the balls, and the Mike, and has perked up in her seat. She chews her fingers thoughtfully at him. This may be taken as a direct challenge: commence with the entertainment, green man.