"He's only cranky always if you do something to make him so. I've had plenty of visits with him where he wasn't cranky." As long as he left the kids home and came over half dead, that is. If Don was up to his old self then he probably made Orsino cranky as well. "Though the name might do it. But I do call him Thrusty..." He was pretty sure that Orsino hadn't cared for it much when he'd first started calling him that, but he'd eventually warmed up to it.
"You do and it makes a lot of them want to inflict bodily harm on you." Most of them had enough self restraint to not do it despite how tempting it was. The fans would probably love it if he came up with nicknames for them however. Don hoped that they never got to know any of their fans well enough to give them nicknames however.
"Yes, yes I am," came the quick reply. "Elizabeth about had a meltdown when she saw the paint. You're lucky we have magic." It had taken only a quick spell to get rid of it, but Elizabeth had been ready to jerk both of them around by the head and rip their hair out. She as not amused. It had definitely been a long lecture for Don after Myron had left and he didn't want to go through that again.
"You bet your butt you'll stay and help put them down. I'll ward you in." He'd nicked some handy little tricks from Penny over the years. She did amazing work.
"Candy dada?" The little thief's hand went in his mouth up to his knuckles and plucked one of the chocolates out and held it out to Don who grimaced a little at both of the sticky fingers and the slobber coated treat he was being offered.
"Why don't you offer one to Uncle Myron instead, little thief?" He smiled congenially at the little blonde and it turned a little more devious when he turned it on Myron. "I'm sure he'd just love to have one from you."
"Un'ca My'on, take!" And now he wasn't asking, he was thrusting it out and pushing it at Myron's mouth, trying to pop it in for him.