Makai Dashiell
Mining Idiot
Wearing | Gear : X | X | X | X | X | L3-37 | Interacting With :
Balun Dashiell
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Thessa Kai
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Cerys Dyn
"Busy as in terms of giving you another granddaughter or work? Or managing the chaos that is this family? I think you can safely assume all of the above." Immediately fixing his hair by running a hand in it, he chuckled. "We can catch up any time. Just say the word."
He was counting on Persephone to keep an eye on both Phoebe and Kellan as he heard distant giggling. Makai was assuming the pair was going to try to look out a window and spy on his father and their guest. He could easily round them back up before dinner - he doubted Cerys wanted to be overrun by questions from two talkative five year olds.
"Myra doesn't cook. Scratch that, she can bake. So by default I have to touch the knives." Moving to briefly hug his brother, the half-Galan motioned to the bar set up on one side of the kitchen. "Pour your own. Take what you want too, I'm not drinking right not out of solidarity. You too Mom, feel free to take a bottle of wine or something back home."
Settling onto a stool at the kitchen island, head gazed out back for a moment.
"So, what is she asking Dad? Shame we don't have any baby pictures of you in the tub or something equally embarrassing to share."