Greg Goyle (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goyle_g) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Greg listened as Alphonse bickered with Marcus, not sure what to say or how to divert the portrait's attention. By the time he'd thought of something it seemed appropriate to say, things had already moved on and Marcus was talking about a sister Greg had had no idea existed. Alphonse, apparently, was not so hindered. "What use it raking up old history like that?" he asked - seemingly unaware of the irony of a portrait of a long-dead relative scoffing at history. "Your sister would have married, her children wouldn't have been Flints."
"Neither will mine," Greg pointed out, glad of something to contribute to the conversation. "But they'll still be your grandchildren." Greg simply assumed he would have children one day, even if he didn't have the least idea how to go about finding a woman who would want to marry him.
Alphonse leaned forward, obviously interested. "Have you married yet, Gregory? We don't always get all the news from the other branches of the family tree her. Especially lately." Greg shook his head. Catherine Goyle hadn't been particularly helpful in setting her son up with appropriately single women, she'd been too busy with her own courtship. The one that would make her a MacMillan... Greg had enough good sense not to mention that. "Not yet, but I will."