Re: Kitsch
Sneak. Kiernan came from behind and smacked Conlan in the back of the head once, then moved to be in view of the younger Murphy. "They worked hard on this, ye can wait 'til we're all seated, ya animal." Despite his firm words, the eldest wore a smirk on his thick lips. "Go extra Lorna before Lochlan gets here and makes the dogpile higher." Gael made a fine cherry on the sundae, he didn't need another scoop heaped on and end up with a bloodied nose before dinner even got started. Grasp headed for the sink and began washing up, then hollered for Morgan to do the same. He knew the boys hadn't. Animals.
"I hear ye!" Morgan called to Kiernan, but was rather busy enjoying the taste test his witch of a wife was inaction. He kissed her, even if they both tasted like balsamic vinegarette, then began rolling back and forth until Gael was knocked (gently) off onto the floor beside the couch. "I'm not done with you, devil woman," he whispered to Lorna as he did a push-up to free her (temporarily) for dinner. He then ventured forth to stand in line for washing. Once the relief bartender came, Lochlan would be up. And Ronan arrived whenever he pleased. As was the way.
Gael, from the floor, looked up to Lorna and shook her head. "Sorry ye got stoned, sister," she said without any apology in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. The wisp of a girl then hopped up and offered Lorna a hand from the couch. "There's a gala apple left uncut in the fridge that I think would go well with Morgan's eyes." Pause. "And yes, he's cute. Well, broody, in a sexy, grouchy way." She'd not answered Lorna about the odd new library boss.