Don't mention it, Rachel. It's our pleasure. [Al ducks his head at the hair-ruffle, grinning, then sighs at the banter. It's good for them.]
Would that make you the dopey prince?
[Al hides his laughter behind his hand. He's missed the doors slamming in the house. It's a sign that things are looking up, if they have enough energy to fuss at each other.
Al will have the tea and stuff ready by the time they're back, Kitty cuddled up in his lap as he sits at the table.]
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Would that make you the dopey prince?
[Al hides his laughter behind his hand. He's missed the doors slamming in the house. It's a sign that things are looking up, if they have enough energy to fuss at each other.
Al will have the tea and stuff ready by the time they're back, Kitty cuddled up in his lap as he sits at the table.]