Re: Kitsch
Alert! Conlan had been caught. Flee! Too late. Conlan ignored the pain from Kiernan's brotherly tap and evaded the larger predator. "Fine, fine," he responded and vacated the kitchen, happy with the little bit of noms he'd been able to sneak. But despite Kiernan's assumptions, Conlan had just washed up, and happily took his seat at the table.
Lorna, admitted, had lost herself in her husband's embrace - despite the fact that other Murphys were filing in by the minute. "You better not be," Polaris told Morgan while he pulled away from her. "Thanks, Gael," she told the smallest Murphy, who'd been the one to help her up. "Hardly the last pile up I'll be at the bottom of," she chuckled. "Broody and grouchy in the a sexy way?" Her attention returned to this new librarian. "Maybe we should read more, check out a librarian," Lorna said through a chuckle and hoped Morgan had heard her.
"Everybody relax!" A voice boomed from the doorway and Lochlan swaggered into the flat. "I've arrived," the musician announced because he so enjoyed being the last one there. Though, he glanced around and realized Ronan hadn't made an appearance yet. "Of course, he's late when dinner's in his own flat," Lochlan griped then made his way toward the table. "And I don't have to wash up because I didn't do any actual work today," he claimed as though he'd out smarted Kiernan. Really he'd washed his hands downstairs, when he finished the latest round of dishes. "It smells great, Lorna. I'm sure Gael participated," he complemented the chef, as was appropriate.