Derek knew that there were plenty of reasons why what he was thinking was stupid. Prescott had a black population of three before they arrived, and interracial anything was utopia. There were other reasons as well with their covers, and he was sure that Callen would tell him all of them, but Callen wasn't there, and Derek reached over and ran his hand down Emily's arm, before squeezing her hand, before looking at the other two. "You might not be asking that, but that's what the Church would ask of us, and we've had our own problems with the Church that before we give you an answer we need to be sure that it is the right things to do for the twins."
Savannah's eyes went wide for a moment, before smiling brightly at them. Little things. She always said that the details were the things that gave people away, and she knew Derek was different around Emily, but she'd never seen anything so clear. "Of course take the time you need. We should concentrate on food anyway, before Mass. We can talk about this after you've had the chance to think about this."