"If you're looking for quieter times then you should have went to Orsino's place," Don replied, pointing toward his triplets as being why he said that. The only time this place was tired was when the triplets were passed out. Oh he couldn't wait for that! He was so following them into dreamland when that happened. It would be absolutely blissful. He felt that he sometimes lived for those moments.
"You're something. Not sure generous is what I'd choose." He was mainly teasing though. Myron was a good guy despite how often Don felt the need to grab him by the ear and put him in time out. "Mhm, but she knows me and she knows you and she'll know what to believe. Which is that you're the evil type to call her that dreaded name."
Don's eyes rolled as he watched Myron crouch to interact with the three little beggars gazing at him so innocently. Really now. Why did some people treat them like cute little puppies or kittens? They really weren't. "You came and that's why they're stuck in there." And then nodded at Don's words, glancing from their dad back to Myron.
"Choc'ate!" They all cried out together, holding their hands out to Myron happily for the treat.
Don's eyes widened and he moved over quickly, a twitch starting to overtake his face. "You aren't seriously giving them sweets, are you? They don't need sweets."