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Today, 4pm EST
"Where are they?" Liam looked around anxiously as he entered his uncle's apartment, blocking his father's way until Anraí nudged him further forward.
"Don't you worry," Uncail Rory chuckled. "Cait shipped them off to the market for some last-minute ingredients. The coast is clear." He looked down at the carrier in Liam's hands with interest. "So how did Chuck's little friend handle the trip?"
Lifting the carrier, Liam checked on the wide-eyed ball of orange fur inside. "Bagel's okay. The trip unsettled him some, but I'm sure he'll be his usual friendly self once he gets used to the place." He glanced down at the spaniel sitting on his feet and snuffling eagerly. "No, Loopy, he's not a toy. Not food either. Be nice."
"Here." Rory took the pet carrier from Liam just as Aunt Cait emerged to relieve Anraí of the two pie carriers he held. "How about we set him right here--" He placed Bagel on an end table and unzipped his traveling home just enough that the kitten could get out if he wished. "--and you sit down next to him. Marcus and Chuck should be back soon."
Liam sat where instructed, grinning at the familiar sound of Aunt Cait informing his Da that no, he couldn't have some lemon meringue early, and it didn't matter that his wife made the pies. "Well guy," he murmured to the kitten, "welcome home."
"Where are they?" Liam looked around anxiously as he entered his uncle's apartment, blocking his father's way until Anraí nudged him further forward.
"Don't you worry," Uncail Rory chuckled. "Cait shipped them off to the market for some last-minute ingredients. The coast is clear." He looked down at the carrier in Liam's hands with interest. "So how did Chuck's little friend handle the trip?"
Lifting the carrier, Liam checked on the wide-eyed ball of orange fur inside. "Bagel's okay. The trip unsettled him some, but I'm sure he'll be his usual friendly self once he gets used to the place." He glanced down at the spaniel sitting on his feet and snuffling eagerly. "No, Loopy, he's not a toy. Not food either. Be nice."
"Here." Rory took the pet carrier from Liam just as Aunt Cait emerged to relieve Anraí of the two pie carriers he held. "How about we set him right here--" He placed Bagel on an end table and unzipped his traveling home just enough that the kitten could get out if he wished. "--and you sit down next to him. Marcus and Chuck should be back soon."
Liam sat where instructed, grinning at the familiar sound of Aunt Cait informing his Da that no, he couldn't have some lemon meringue early, and it didn't matter that his wife made the pies. "Well guy," he murmured to the kitten, "welcome home."
