"Oh no, poor Mr Drippy." She looked over her shoulder at McKay, giving him an exaggerated look of sympathy. "That's no fun, little man." Picking up her wand, Persephone summoned some plates and cutlery which proceeded to drift lazily out of the kitchen cupboards. "But how are ye doing, Panda? I don't want ye neglecting your own health."
She smiled at Pandora's words, glad that they were on the same wavelength. "Me too. It feels like it's hardly ever just us these days." Their family was more united than it had been for years, but sometimes she wanted just Panda, not their brothers. "Table or couch?" she asked, lifting the bag slightly.