The Hall, Dhemlan, Kaeleer, Monday Evening (Fandom Time)

[glacial_queen]

The Coach arrived on the landing web with a slight thump. Lucivar frowned a moment and then sighed. "So, I'm not a professional Coachman."

Karla looked up innocently. "I didn't say anything."

"But you were thinking it, witchling. I could tell." He hopped out of the Coach and opened the door for them, helping Karla out first. "Ready for your first view of SaDiablo Hall?" he rumbled at Warren.

From the landing web, only a side of the Hall could be seen, towering over acres of thick, lush lawns, gardens in a riot of colors, and even the hint of some not-so-distant woods.

"Show-off," Karla muttered, though she couldn't deny a bit of pride, either. "Let's go inside. They're probably waiting on us, I'm sure."

[Up late, but for SP goodness! Still for one, and nfb. Karla and Warren will be back on the island tonight.]

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[wwiii]

"And what, do you suppose, are the odds of it actually coming to it?"

Sometimes, Warren had to ask the silly questions, yes.

[offers-choices.livejournal.com]

"With this lot?" Lucivar's grin sharpened. "Pretty damn close to even. Though if it happens before dessert, I'll be pissy."

[changeable-eyes.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't mind so much," Jaenelle said. "We're having honey-pear torte with freshly whipped cream."

She smiled at them. "You all go. I'll take care of your portions."

[wwiii]

Warren laughed softly, shaking his head a little.

"I think for honey-pear torte, I might have to sit out of getting completely throttled. As much as I hate to."

[changeable-eyes.livejournal.com]

Jaenelle pretended to pout at him for a moment. "Karla needs to stop sharing honey-pears with people at her school," she said. "The fewer people who know how delicious they are, the fewer I have to share."

[glacial_queen]

"Hey, no pouting!" Karla protested...for no reason, really. "And no throttling, either. Though if anyone wants to share their honey-pear torte, I won't complain."

[wwiii]

"I'll keep that in mind," Warren decided, that tiny smile still toying over his lips as he tried to get his head around everything he'd been told, "but I really can't make any promises."

[glacial_queen]

"Warren..." Karla wibbled, "You wouldn't share?"

[changeable-eyes.livejournal.com]

"No pouting!" Jaenelle chortled. "You said so!"

[wwiii]

"Pouting is totally cheating," Warren announced. "And anyhow, how badly would you need me to share, if you already have your own?"

That wobbling was going to be the end of him yet, though.

[glacial_queen]

"A lot," Karla said, earnestly. "It's very good. And you've seen me eat."

[wwiii]

"This is true," Warren chuckled, shaking his head. "I really had no idea what I was getting myself into when I offered you delicious lunches forever."

Not that it was exactly a strain on his wallet, or anything.

[glacial_queen]

"Would you have said anything different even if you had?" Karla teased.

[hells-highlord.livejournal.com]

Saetan raised a single brow, amused. He and Lucivar traded glances at their byplay, but didn't say anything.

[wwiii]

"At the time, considering?" He hadn't had any brain to speak of, at the time, but Warren wasn't going to point that out at the dinner table. "Of course not. And I'm not even re-thinking it now, really."

[glacial_queen]

"So when do I get my next picnic?" Karla demanded with a chuckle. "I've been dreadfully spoiled for any other picnic, you know."

She glanced around the table, grinning. "Seriously. He surprised me with a picnic Mrs. Beale would have been proud of."

[hells-highlord.livejournal.com]

"Oh?" Saetan asked, his voice completely bland. His lips kept twitching alarmingly, however.

[glacial_queen]

"Yes!" Karla nodded enthusiastically. "There were linens and real silverware and like a million different foods..." She trailed off as she noticed Saetan's evident amusement. "What?"

[glacial-warlord.livejournal.com]

*See? I told you she was oblivious.* Morton's sigh was purely mental.

[wwiii]

Do not blush at the dinner table. Do not blush at the dinner table. Do not...

He was blushing, wasn't he? Possibly ridiculously so?

Yep.

"It was nothing," he tossed in, lamely. And pinkly.

[glacial_queen]

"It wasn't nothing," Karla said indignantly. "It was astral."

So there.

She glanced around the table again, and now everyone was looking insufferable. "What?" she demanded again.

[hells-highlord.livejournal.com]

"Nothing, my dear," Saetan replied. "Shall we call Holt in and have him ready dessert? All that chatter about honey-pear tortes has got me quite looking forward to it."

[wwiii]

"That would be great," Warren agreed, grabbing on to the distraction that a potentially amazing dessert would be certain to provide, and grabbing on with a gusto. "It sounds amazing, I wouldn't want to miss out."

And now he was two or three shades less pink. This was progress.

[offers-choices.livejournal.com]

"No, no. I want to hear more about this picnic," Lucivar said, his wings flaring in amusement. "Do go on, Karla."

[glacial_queen]

"I don't see why everyone is acting all smirky!" Karla declared. "He promised me delicious lunches forever! Warren is a male of his word!"

Karla, stop helping. Just...stop helping.