Re: Kitsch
"Well, I don't mind," Lorna answered, the silverware for the evening floated past the duo and landed in their proper positions by the time she'd spoken again. "Morgan rarely ever lets me come up here," she added, mostly kidding. "Probably forces them to clean up once in a while. With only Ronan and Conlan here, I'm sure it turns into a pretty rough bachelor pad," Polaris mused but didn't want to dwell on that thought too long. She'd been around Murphys long enough to know which ones were the tidiest. Conlan... was not it. "Speaking of Morgan," she eyeballed her watch after the table was finished and followed Gael back into the kitchen. "If he doesn't get here soon, he'll be the next meal I prepare," Lorna said while a kitchen knife floated into her hand. "Shove an apple into that pretty face," she smirked toward her only female ally in the family. "Now that you're sixteen and nearly half-way through college in Xavier's years," she joked but not really. "Anybody at school caught your eye?" Lorna took this opportunity without any of Gael's seventeen older brothers around.