dli. Nexus and Pocket Realities. Family Reunions Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



llvKae Yau: *startles and calls up a handful of flames on reflex*

Hardy: Put that away, Lady.

llvKae Yau: *snorts and the flames subside enough that all that's left is enough to light the pipe she just stuck the bit of into her mouth*

Hardy: Nay. Don't smoke here. This's baby stuff.

llvKae Yau: *frowns, the last bits of flame vanishing. Then she's putting her pipe away for the time being*

Tobias: *frowns at her from over his string* Not my Yau.

llvKae Yau: *looks to the speaker* Dunno ye, lad.

Tobias: *points to Hardy* Friend.

Hardy: *softly, with amusement* That's the bloke I was teachin' ta flirt.

llvKae Yau: *expression brightens* Ah. Gotcha.

Senaiji: *fussing a bit at the counter*

Hardy: *glances around, then calls to Senaiji* Can we see Yau now?

Senaiji: *looks up, distracted from fussing* Ah, yes... Tobias, will you take Hardy and his friend to see Yau and Bathilda?

Tobias: *nodnod, carefully pulls the belt he was finger knitting, or trying to finger knit, off of his fingers* Home!

Hardy: *grins* Aye, Lad. Let's go. Can Lady Yau come too?

Tobias: *nodnod* Mama Yau visits too.

Hardy: *more grin* Alright. Lead the way. *to Denver* Are ye comin'?

Denver: *headshake* Ah chatted wit' Yau th' otha day.

Hardy: *softly* Don't ye wanna see her babby?

Denver: ... 'Er babbeh?! *so shocked*

Tobias: *ears up* Baby?

Hardy: *nods* She's ready tae release it. Lady Yau kin help her.

llvKae Yau: Aye. *nods*

Tobias: *looks to Senaiji* Yau baby!!!

Senaiji: *eyes wide* Oh, goodness!

Ironhide: *had been peering back into the shop. Now he's pulling down the gate and turning the sign to "closed"*

Denver: *shirts put down in favor of getting baby things! Is cheerfully chattering away in Gaelic*

Ironhide: *goes and grabs the shirts to hold them for her*

Senaiji: *looks like he's about to faint*

Tobias: *will move to tug on Hardy's hand, intending to pull the man to the house*

Hardy: We're comin'. Don't worry. There's time. *glances back to Lady Yau as he follows Tobias*

llvKae Yau: How long 'go was Yau arter buildin' 'er babby a nest?

Hardy: *to Tobias* The nest is that bundle 'o matches.

Tobias: Made today. In morning. *nodnod*

llvKae Yau: T'en we's got time. *nods*

Tobias: Poor Senaiji...

llvKae Yau: *confused* Why poor Senaiji?

Hardy: *questioning look to Senaiji* S'not the first time he's fainted.

Tobias: Yau hit when tried to put matches away.

Hardy: *glances at Lady Yau and winces slightly* Ah. Yeah. Poor Senaiji. Let's go.

Tobias: *nodnodnod, brings Hardy and llvKae Yau to the house*

Hardy: *looks at the booth, but doesn't speak till he's inside. Then, he just whistles softly as he follows Tobias up the stairs*

llvKae Yau: *impressed hum*

Tobias: *bounding up the stairs* Yau!

Hardy: *quietly* This looks jes like the old place.

Tobias: *pauses to look back down the stairs* Is home. *nodnod*

Kae Yau: *looking a bit bleary as she opens the door to the room she and Tobias share*

Hardy: *softly* Yau. Ye owe me money. *hug!*

Kae Yau: *squeaks as she's hugged*

llvKae Yau: Easy, 'Ardy. Let th' lass breat'.

Hardy: *gruffly* Ye breath through yer skin. *steps back, his hands on Kae Yau's shoulders* D'ye remember me?

Kae Yau: Ye look familiar...

Hardy: *misty grin* The name's Hardy. 'N I get t' be one 'o the godfathers.

Denver: 'E's th' cousin Ah w's tellin' y'u 'bout th' othah day, Yau.

Kae Yau: *small nod, winces a bit*

llvKae Yau: 'Ardy, Tobias, le's git the lass situated.

Hardy: *nods* *seriously* Tell me what t'do. *glances toward the bouquet of fireplace matches in the mug on the night table*

llvKae Yau: Get 'er set on the bed.

Kae Yau: *whimpers quietly*

Hardy: Shhh, lass. Yer gonna be a mother soon. It's alright. *gentle hand under her elbow, asking if she'll let him help her*

Tobias: *moving to help get Yau on the bed*

Kae Yau: *confused* I's gonna have a baby? *doesn't put up a fight at being helped though*

Hardy: *nods as he gently guides her over* Aye. Ask yer sister.

Kae Yau: *so much confusion*

llvKae Yau: Aye. I's 'ere t' 'elp ye 'n the çıra.

Hardy: *steps back by the window to be out of the way, glancing to see where Denver is as he does so*

Denver: *has backed out into the hallway*

llvKae Yau: *once her alternate is on the bed, she's moving to crouch next to the other Ifiri woman, gently rubbing at her temples and talking in the Ifiri tongue*

Tobias: *lays on the bed behind his wife, then wriggles over till he's against her back. PURRR*

Hardy: *slight grin at that*

llvKae Yau: *telling her alter sister to take a deep breath and squeeze Tobias' hand* *will also glance to the mug of matches*

Tobias: *hand!* *PURR*

Hardy: Is that safe? *remembers stories of broken hands*

llvKae Yau: Aye. She'll need the comfort.

Hardy: Alright. *nod*

Kae Yau: *whimpers and does as she's instructed*

llvKae Yau: *one hand moves over her sister's heart, and the other goes to just over Yau's abdomen* T'ree, two... ONE! *and then there's a flash of flame that has Yau yelling and squeezing Tobias' hand*

baby Ifiri: *sputters a bit, but then is burning brightly*

llvKae Yau: *will tuck the baby flame into the nest of fireplace matches*

Kae Yau: *muttering about dizzy and where the beep is her match?*

Tobias: *squirms around and presents a kitchen match* *PURRRR*

Hardy: *eyes are glued to that tiny flame as he wonders if one day he'll have children who start like that* Denny, d'ye see this?

Denver: *quietly* Awww!

Kae Yau: *snuggles against Tobias as she holds the kitchen match in her mouth*

Tobias: Yau sleep? Yau in bed? *peeks* Baby okay?

llvKae Yau: *moving away from the bed* Aye, lad. *chuckles* Babby's singin' 'is name already.

Tobias: *too busy tearing the bed open and tucking his wife under the covers to reply*

Denver: *chuckles* Wh't's 'is name?

llvKae Yau: Thomas.

Tobias: *sad ears* Like brother. *gentle pat for wife, and then a kiss on her nose*

Kae Yau: *snuggles and sleeps*

Tobias: *reaches a gentle hand toward the little flame, ears are still sad, but his eyes are curious* Hi, Thomas.

Thomas: *excited poofings. Is it Daddy?*

Tobias: *ears up, and grin wide* Hi! *will see if he can't nuzzle that little flame without being burnt* *oh, and PURRR*

llvKae Yau: *hand out to stop Tobias* Let the lad finish 'is first meal.

Tobias: *sits back quickly, and then perks* More food? More matches?

llvKae Yau: Aye, 'n bits o' paper, 'n charcoal, stuff t'at's easy t' burn.

Senaiji: *appears at the door with Kae Yau's lamp* We have this.

llvKae Yau: *looks* T'at'll work, 'n Tobias'll be able t' hold 'im.

Senaiji: *expression brightens* I'm glad. *will bring the lamp over*

Tobias: *hugs his knees* Babby eat hooch.

llvKae Yau: *boggles* Hooch?

Senaiji: It's Aoife's Scotch whiskey, and some gelled fuel and feen fire.

Hardy: *laughs* My grandpa used ta call Scotch mother's milk.

llvKae Yau: Feen fire?

Senaiji: Yes. It's liquid fire. *sets the lamp down so that it may be seen to be already containing a low flame*

llvKae Yau: Huh. *curious, but she'll nod her approval* T'at'll be a good place fer the çıra.

Senaiji: *moves it a little more closely to the bouquet of fireplace matches, then squeezes Tobias' shoulder before going to talk to his wife, who has been fussing over Cora today after the girl got a tummy ache from trying normal food*

llvKae Yau: *helps Tobias move the çıra to the container of fuel, absently humming as she does so* T'ere ye go, lad. Now ye c'n cuddle the baby.

Thomas: *happily singing and playing in the fuel now*

Tobias: *carefully picks up the lamp and holds it to his chest* *softly* Cuddle baby.

llvKae Yau: Aye, lad. 'N snuggle wit' yer wife, too.

Tobias: *turns and looks at the bed, thinking how to do this*

llvKae Yau: Put the babby's lamp 'tween you two.

Tobias: *perks and gets up to go to the empty side of the bed, is soon snuggled next to his wife with the little lamp under the blankets between them* Snuggle.

Kae Yau: *quiet sigh, relaxes a bit more*

llvKae Yau: *moving to lean on Hardy a bit*

Hardy: *looks at Denver*

Denver: C'mon 'n talk t' Batsy. She'll fuss 'f y'u don't. *nods toward the lady leaning on him. Go on and love that lady, stupid!*

llvKae Yau: *glad that Hardy doesn't mind her leaning. Is just a bit worn out from helping her alt give birth*

Hardy: *slips an arm around Lady Yau's waist, and then gently touches her hair* *quietly* Let's go see Bathilda, then.

llvKae Yau: *tiredly* Aye.

Hardy: *will guide her, no longer trying to keep his distance*

Tobias: *softly* See you later.

Hardy: *grin* Aye. Congratulations.

Tobias: *closes his eyes and purrrs*

Hardy: *leads Lady Yau down the hall to the master bedroom*

Bathilda: *crying on Senaiji's shoulder*

Senaiji: *soothing sounds, gently rubbing Bathilda's back*

Cora: *laying beside Bathilda as the twins peek over the edge of the bed* *quietly, with a smile* She's happy, Senaiji.

Senaiji: *will fuss over you too, Cora*

Cora: *pale and weak looking, but she smiles again* I'm alright.

Hardy: *sits Lady Yau in a chair and goes to touch Bathilda's arm* Batsy, did ye miss me?

Bathilda: *wipes at her eyes a bit* You selkie flirt.

Denver: *jaw. DROPS*

Hardy: *looks toward her* Denny?

Denver: Y'u're a selkie?

Hardy: Oh. *soft snerk* Aye. I was changed ta survive the sea.

Denver: ...Th't 'splains yer coat.

Hardy: *grins and pulls it forward, sliding his arms into the sleeves. Swiftly fastens the buttons...

and vanishes, replaced by a big male seal with sea blue eyes*

Denver: *SNERK*

llvKae Yau: *soft chuckle from the chair*

Bathilda: See? Selkie.

Cora: *didn't even blink. Is used to the nexus* He's pretty.

llvKae Yau: Aye.

Bathilda: He can nicht hug people very vell in sat form sough. *amused*

Denver: *to Bathilda, is hungry again* C'n y'u make moah 'f those sausages?

Hardy: *snerk*

Bathilda: *surprised* You vant sausages?

Senaiji: *softly* She and Hardy both love your liver sausages.

Bathilda: Ach! I do nicht know if ve have se ingredients...

Denver: Gimmie a list'a wh't y'all need.

Senaiji: *reaches for Bathilda's pretty writing pad and her pencil with the poofy feather*

Bathilda: *trying to remember the ingredients that go into the sausages*

llvKae Yau: *sleepily recites the ingredient list*

Senaiji: *startled perk, and then a grin at his wife*

Bathilda: *quietly* Danke, Kae Yau. *knows this other lady can only be an alternate of her friend*

Hardy: *is a man again, and adjusting his kilt*

Denver: *grinning just a bit now*

Hardy: Why didn' anybody want yer sausages, Hildy?

Senaiji: *as his wife writes* No one wanted to even try them when they found out what they're made from.

Denver: *snorts* Th'y' don' know wh't th'y missed.

Bathilda: *slowly* Vait. I don't vremember adding zhiz spice.

llvKae Yau: *looks over* The Batsy I knows says 'er granny always put it in.

Bathilda: *going to frown and think*

Hardy: Ye should taste 'em when they're done as puddin's wit' a big grub in the centre.

Denver: Witchetty grubs're good. *grins as she thinks of another favorite food*

Bathilda: ...

Senaiji: ... Grubs? *looks a bit grossed out now*

llvKae Yau: *blink* What's a witchetty grub?

Hardy: A big grub from Australia. *to Denver* They're nothin' compared to our mountain shrimp.

Denver: ...Mountain shrimp? *curious*

Hardy: *looks over at Lady Yau* Will you describe 'em, lady?

llvKae Yau: *small nod, begins describing the mountain shrimp, and how to cook them for maximum flavor*

twins: *poking each other excitedly and wondering if there are enough of those things to sell outside the reality, so that they can taste them someday*

Bathilda: *playing with her feather and looking absently interested*

Denver: *definitely interested now*

Cora: *has fallen asleep after promising herself once more that she will eat the food she was raised on for the rest of her life*

Senaiji: *so thoroughly grossed out by the idea of eating bugs*

Bathilda: *pat pat a husband* *and then remembers her scented leaf and looks for it*

Hardy: *gently* Should we leave ye to rest, Hildy?

Bathilda: No. I vant to go to zhe kitchen. I'll see you zhere.

Hardy: *grins and strides from the room*

Jane: *sets down her computer and rises to her feet as her sister does the same* Do you want the Landhausmod dress, Aunty?

Bathilda: No. I'll vhere zhe ozzer gown. *smile for her girls*

Shirley: *scoots to get the simple red peasant gown as her sister goes to get Bathilda's shoes*

llvKae Yau: *soft chuckle* Cute kids.

Bathilda: Sey are se children of mein doctor.

Senaiji: *as he rises to leave the ladies in privacy* They come to help Bathilda with the housework.

llvKae Yau: Heh. *small nod*

Cora: *startles slightly as Senaiji gently invites Denver to go inside before he closes the door*

Denver: *soothing sounds, moves to prop llvKae Yau up where the woman's started to slump in the chair*

Bathilda: *pats her bed* Put her here, bitte. Jane, Shirley, vill you hilf?

twins: Yes, Aunty. *grin and come over to do so*

Denver: *moving to get llvKae Yau standing, muttering a bit as the woman sags further*

llvKae Yau: *determined to stand up, which might work better if she wasn't so tired*

twins: *one under each arm! And that curly short fur is soooooo soft*

llvKae Yau: *soft sigh* T'ank ye, lasses.

Jane: *moves her ears in a kitty grin* We're used to it. *and with Denver's help, they soon have Lady Yau comfortably situated across the foot of the big bed*

Bathilda: *absently humming as she tries to dress herself*

llvKae Yau: *is going to rest her eyes, don't mind her*

Jane: *scoots over and gets the collar of the gown and the neck of the red chemise worked out*

Bathilda: Danke, Jane.

Jane: You're welcome, Aunty.

Shirley: *back to the wardrobe* Which shoes do you want?

Bathilda: Se vones sat slip on, und haf no strap across se top of se foot area.

Shirley: You have two pair of those. One's soft leather, and one's crochet.

Bathilda: ... Oh. Se crochet vones, sen.

Shirley: *brings the pretty shoes over, admiring the way some of the thread sparkles* I think this is silk.

Bathilda: Ooo. *grin*

Shirley: *pauses as she remembers other days* No stockings?

Jane: *pulling up the lacings on the sides of the gown and tying them neatly as she hums Bathilda's song and twitches her little bob tail*

Bathilda: *considering, then headshakes* Nicht today.

Shirley: Okay. *watches sister finish the ties, then offers the slippers*

Bathilda: *determined as she tries to get the slippers on without help*

twins: *standing and watching and ready to prop her back up, though she hasn't fallen in awhile now*

Bathilda: *to Denver, as she straightens after successfully putting her shoes on* I can send se sausages vhen sey are done. You und Hardy should go und gossip.

Denver: *frown* Ah dunno...

Jane: *lovingly straightens Bathilda's eyepatch*

Shirley: *quick hair brushing!*

Denver: ... *sees she's not really needed here, will move to head for the stairs*

Jane: Hey! No hug? Aunty likes hugs.

Shirley: *offers Bathilda a kerchief for her hair*

Bathilda: Danke, Shirley. *will work on getting the kerchief situated*

Denver: *blinks, then moves to give Bathilda a gentle hug*

Bathilda: *hugs!*

Jane and Shirley: *happy small sounds as they watch*

Bathilda: *will patpat Denver's back and gently usher her toward the door* Go gossip.

Jane: There are little cakes in the right side of the fridge.

Denver: *chuckles* Alrahght. *will head down to the kitchen*

Ironhide and Hardy: *head to head over a jar of raspberry curd, two spoons very busy*

Denver: *SNERK*

Hardy: *looks over with a grin* I caught the woolly one here eatin' all th' curd. So I hadta step in 'n do somethin' about it.

Ironhide: *snort. EAT*

Denver: Y'all're nuts. *moves to get some sugar from her husband*

Ironhide: *raspberry kiss!* *happy rumble that's interrupted by a growl as Hardy gets the jar of raspberry curd*

Denver: *nuzzle*

Ironhide: *decides he likes what he has better than raspberry curd*

Denver: *pleased sound, then squeaks a bit as the baby kicks*

Ironihde: *breaks the kiss to look down* Hey, runt.

Denver: Li'l goober... *squeaks*

Ironhide: *puts his face down by her belly and growls at it*

baby: *excited kick!*

Ironhide: *face against the belly. Growls louder!*

Hardy: *looks SO amused*

Denver: *wincing now*

Ironhide: *senses that and shares with the baby* -Mom says ouch.-

baby: *pause*

Ironhide: *belly snuzzle*

baby: *gleeee*

Denver: *sigh* 'T least 'e ain't kickin' no moah.

Hardy: *SO amused. Eyes twinkling as he looks at Denver*

Denver: *wry look for Hardy*

Hardy: He's not even 'ouse trained.

Denver: Which 'un?

Hardy: The woolly one. *laughter being held back*

Denver: *stinkeye*

Ironhide: *pat pats belly, and then stands up, walks over, and whaps Hardy in the mug. Catches the jar of curd at the same time and grabs a scoop for his wife*

Hardy: *holding nose and blinking*

Denver: *facepalm* Ahrnhahd...

Ironhide: *frowns* What? *still offering scoop*

Denver: Play nahce. *will reach for the scoop*

Ironhide: *grumble* Don't tell me what to do, woman.

twins: *in the doorway, watching with wide eyes. Bathilda is behind them*

Denver: *snorts, has a mouthful of curd now*

Bathilda: *soft chuckle*

Hardy: *looks at Denver, wondering if she's going to let the old man talk to her like that*

Denver: *waits until Ironhide is distracted, bootshops husband's rear*

Ironhide: *BRAAP*

twins: Ewwww! *so ded!*

Bathilda: Ach!

Hardy: *trying to keep from sniggering. Trying hard!*

Denver: *dryly* Nahce.

Ironhide: You did it. :/

Denver: Th't burp w's pathetic, 'Hahd.

Bathilda: *Blink blink* *BLUSH* Ach....

Ironhide: *flatly* I'm in Bathilda's kitchen.

Denver: *snort*

Bathilda: All of you... Go und gossip.

Ironhide: *puts his spoon in the sink, puts the raspberry curd back in the fridge, then turns and marches out*

Denver: *rolls eyes and moves to tug Hardy out to the sitting room*

Hardy: *settles carefully on the couch, then looks around* *softly* Nothin's changed. Except Yau's pipe rack.

Denver: Pahp rack?

Hardy: *nods* She used to collect 'em as well as smoke 'em.

Denver: ...Huh.

Hardy: *looks at her, and there's concern in his expression now* Where do you live?

Denver: Ahrnhahd 'n Ah 'ave our own pocket realiteh, 'n we's got a 'ouse built.

Hardy: *doubtful* What kind of house?

Denver: *will proceed to describe the ranch-style house, plus the attached workshop* Wh'n we first got th' place, we 'ad a tent... but Ah slept 'n Ahrhhahd's alt mode.

Hardy: *relieved as he listens to the description of the house* Ye've got everything you need?

Denver: *nod* Mah altah sistahs see t' th't. Plus, 'Hahd 'n Ah saved a lot fr'm work, 'n 'Hahd still works.

Hardy: *lifts his brows* What's he do?

Denver: 'E freelances.

Hardy: Freelances what?

Denver: 'E's a soldier.

Hardy: *brows UP* Merc?

Denver: Traveler.

Hardy: *frown says he doesn't understand the term*

Denver: 'E goes wh're a lotta fahrpower's needed. *considering* 'Ave y'u met Charlie yet?

Hardy: *shakes his head* Who's 'at?

Denver: 'E's s'me'un th't's good t' know. 'E 'as job leads 'n 'elps people.

Ironhide: -Tell him he's a Guardian.-

Denver: *seriously* Charlie's a Guardian.

Hardy: *perk* I know what that means.

Denver: *small nod* Th're's a few livin' 'n th' Nexus, too.

Hardy: *surprised and questioning frown* Guardians?

Denver: Guardian Fae, 'n Guardians 'n th'r own rahght.

Hardy: Ah, th' Fae folk're different from the Guardians. Who lives here?

Denver: Ah know 'f three. Gal named Aoife, a gal named Mirden, 'n a pain 'n th' aft named Scattor.

Hardy: 'N Guardians?

Denver: Gah named Kimahri Ronso.

Hardy: *quiet chuckle* Ahh. Those're different from the Guardians I was thinking of. The ones I was thinking of fiddle with realities to keep them running straight.

Denver: Kimahri's done th't. *will tell the story of how the big Ronso man helped provide a protector for a special school in one reality* *pause* 'N Ah've met th' Guardian 'f Tahm 'n Space, too.

Hardy: *perk* That's the sort 'o Guardian I was meaning. Is Charlie that kind?

Denver: Yup.

Hardy: Ahhh.

Denver: W's th' Guardian 'f Tahm 'n Space th't gave 'Hahd 'n me th' key t' our pocket.

Hardy: *slight grin* You're travellin' in the elite circles, Denny.

Denver: *snort* Dunno 'bout th't.

Hardy: *chuckles* How many people even know such folk exist?

Denver: ... *thoughtfully quiet now*

Hardy: *sits back and thinks, himself. Expression is slightly pensive*

Denver: *eventually breaks the silence* Th' ol' storehs w're based 'n fact, weren't th'y?

Hardy: *eyes go back to her* Which ones?

Denver: Th' Ghost Pahper, th' Fae children... Th' storehs fr'm back th'n.

Hardy: *slight smile as he nods* Fiona was Exiled, but she watched out for those she left behind.

Denver: *small nod* *looking a bit pensive herself now as she thinks*

Hardy: *quietly* What's on yer mind, Denny?

Denver: Jes' wond'rin' wh't othah ol' storehs 're based 'n fact, too.

Hardy: *grins* You'll have a lot of time to find out now.

Denver: Yup. *pause* Wh're're y'all livin'?

Hardy: Oh, a coupl'a places. One's a ruined castle that somehow wound up half phased outta the reality.

Denver: *brows up* 'Alf-phased?

Hardy: *nods* It looks like a few piles 'o rocks in normal space, but ye take a sidestep a certain way 'n there's livable space to it. 'N room fer fields. *rotten grin* Folks see me sometimes when I'm at home. 'N see through me.

Denver: *SNERK* Y'u brat!

Hardy: *GRIN*

Denver: *snickerfit*

Hardy: S'nae my fault! *but he's snerking soundlessly as he says it*

Denver: Yeah, rahght!

Hardy: D'you think I told 'em to see me?

Denver: Y'u c'ld'a stayed 'n th' paht th't ain't 'n phase, dumbaft.

Hardy: *more laughter* I'm talkin' about the part that's outta phase. Some see it faintly.

Denver: ... Oh.

Hardy: *though it's not like he tries to hide, either*

Denver: *considering something* Y'u 'eard fr'm Beau, Dal, 'r Jake?

Hardy: *shakes his head, serious again* Ain't talked ta anybody but Fiona.

Denver: Jake's a soldier... 'N Beau's got 'is wings...

Hardy: *proud and slightly sad grin* Life goes on. The twins enlisted yet?

Denver: *deep breath*

Hardy: *grin fades and his eyes darken with apprehension* Don' get worked up, Denny.

Denver: *quietly* Th' twins w're 'n 'n accident...

Hardy: *apprehension darkens further to sadness* *softly* Gone?

Denver: *quietly* Chrisseh 's. Jesseh's gotta peg leg, 'ook f'r 'un 'and, 'n 'n ahpatch, 'n 's still th' sweet'eart she w's 's a kid...

Hardy: *sits back, his heart crying for the little blonde girl who used to gang up on him with her sister whenever she saw him*

Denver: *expression pensive again as she thinks of the news Jesse brought this morning*

Hardy: *looks up* Something else is fashing you.

Denver: *quietly* Cemetereh Wind's causin' all kahnds 'f trouble f'r th' Autobots 'n th' 'umans allahed wit' 'em.

Hardy: *scowl* What've they done?

Denver: *will explain everything she knows to have happened in the reality she and Hardy came from*

Hardy: *expression is black by time she's done*

Denver: *quieter* 'N all'a th't 'n top 'f Savoy bein' a total git...

Hardy: Is no one helpin' th' family?

Denver: *nod* Th' Senaiji 'n Batsy f'r our realiteh's kids.

Hardy: *glad perk* We have 'em?

Denver: *nod* Th'y's Drachenschwarm.

Hardy: *face brightens further* I've heard of them. But in th' reality I've met 'em in, Senaiji 'n Batsy 're 'bots.

Denver: *surprised* Huh. Ah guess Ah di'n' c'nsidah th't possibiliteh.

Hardy: The Drachs've had a hard time there, but they're still going strong.

Denver: *quietly* Ah bet...

Hardy: Only folk I know that sees the enemy burning a field as cause fer a barbecue party.

Denver: *startled snerk*

Hardy: *tilts his head and listens to the contented humming from the kitchen, then grins*

Ironhide: *back with bagpipes and his drum. Figures he knows the right way to sit around and wait for something*

Denver: *relays what Hardy told her about the Drachs*

Ironhide: I heard. *offers her the pipes*

Hardy: *has perked and is watching with interest*

Denver: *soft "heh", will accept the offered pipes and check them over as is her habit*

Hardy: *digging in his pocket now* We playing, then?

Ironhide: *snorts at him for asking a stupid question*

Denver: *snerk* Yep.

Hardy: *little crystal flute!* *studies it carefully as he waits for Denver to be ready*

Denver: *small nod once she's finished inspecting her pipes*

Ironhide: *starts the beat for 'Loch Lomond'*

Denver: *starting up with the pipes part*

Hardy: *rich voice joins in softly*

Ironhide: *rumbles along with the chorus*

Denver: *playing and tapping along to the drum*

Senaiji: *coming to see if there's anything his and Bathilda's guests need*

Ironhide: *responding to a nod from Hardy without thinking. Sings the next verse in the Gaelic*

Hardy: *surprised look toward Denver as he pipes along on the flute*

Denver: *amused and pleased that Ironhide paid attention during lessons, continues to play*

Senaiji: *will lean in the doorway and listen as his wife hums along, his eyes closed as he feels like he's finally at home*

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