Re: Kitsch
Gael's spirits had lifted at the arrival of the final two Murphys. For Ronan because he was low-key her favorite and for Kellan, because he was being trolled and she got to witness. She kept her lip button in anticipation of the blessing, however.
As Morgan listened to his wife's words, his head slowly turned to look her in the eye, a blank, befuddled look on his face. He gave a tiny, shocked smirk, and shrugged his shoulders. Then he stared at her longer, looked back to his empty plate, and repeated the process of being shocked by her until he earned a smirk from the woman he worshiped. Lips though? Buttoned.
"Welcome aboard, captain," Kiernan had greeted his brother, then eyeballed his son. "We'll have to deal with the cabin boy after we dine..." There was a playful fire in Kiernan's eyes and then he slowly closed them while they'd been in contact with Kellan's. His head bowed.
Right. Right. Kellan adjusted his shirt at the collar where he'd been scruffed from and then glanced sideways at his evil Uncle Deadly, who had ruined his match on his phone game and thrown him into the lion's den. He sighed and his shoulders fell, then his head. "Last one in says grace," he muttered quietly. Only a bit more loudly, he began, "Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." He then performed a rather lazy 'stations of the cross', and his head arose with hungry eyes scanning the table. He knew better than to reach for anything before one of the alphas did, though. The tanned backs of his hands were a reminder.
"Amen," could be heard in unison, as well as what Gael considered a rather vogue-ish dance move Catholics performed around the table. Except Lorna. She never did it right, and sometimes not at all. Gael had only begun since joining the family proper a few years ago. "Give me carbs or give me death," the Irish girl demanded, knowing the dangers of such statements in the current company.
Kiernan waited. Then waited. Then finally took his eyes from Gael and nodded at Lorna, "Ladies first." He grinned and then his focus shifted back to his son. "When ye're called ta eat, ye show yer face." He was still grinning but it wasn't a happy one.
While Gael helped herself, a roll is a roll, she looked around the table from Lorna to Ronan, the two people flanking her. "What held ye up?" the brassy lass wondered, speaking to her second eldest cousin.
Morgan was still looking taken aback at being called a basic bitch, but just for Lorna's amusement. Finally, he broke and waited until her plate was complete to start his own. He worked with his left hand because the right hand was on Lorna's thigh, headed for her inseams.