Much was prepping a large pot of Irish beef stew as a kind of 'everything is back to normal between us and lets cement that fact with slow cooked meat' gesture.
It wasn't really back to normal, though. He and Tuck were alright, but Robin was treading on thin fucking ice. Much had been brooding about it as he hacked up the meat and onions, and messaged Leila about it while the meat seared in the bottom of the pan. He wanted to tell Tuck, figuring that Tuck would very much be on his side, but until Leila decided what she was going to do he wasn't going to say anything.
He was looking out the window at the perfect right time - he saw the air shift, like a bubble was building, distorting the air between the house and the rickety little gate he was going to fix next time he had a day off. The bubble popped, leaving three people in the middle of the garden.
He didn't even look at the other two, because one of them was Marian.
"TUCK!" he hollered at the top of his lungs, barreling toward the door to rip it open the second the knocking finished. He beamed, and the only reason he didn't dive straight into his friend was there was a blond woman with a cat on her shoulder in the way. "Marian!"