With a smile on his face, Artan wrapped one arm around Petit's waist, and grabbed the other bowl with his free hand. "Well, look who popped out of nowhere. Looks like it's movie night after all." He kissed her cheek before slipping out of the kitchen and walked to the living room. "So here's a crazy idea, just came to me right now. I propose we get your not-dad to handle the legal side of things over here. I know he probably got some of his replacee's legal knowledge, and if he did, he'd probably be able to help us out. After all, isn't he supposed to you know, run shit? Henri ain't here, so maybe it's time for baby brother to step up." He sat at the corner of the couch, and kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. Taking a bite of his ice cream, he raised a brow to Petit.
"It's that or we can prod Henn into doing it. I know fuckall about law."