Aaren nods as though that made sense. "We'll figure it out and get you transferred if that's what you want."

Chuckle. He does a split second of basking. "Yes, it is. Thank you."

"-Are you inflicting education talk on him on a weekend, Dad?" 'Chelle asks as she returns, still rubbing at her hair with a towel. "That's just cruel."

Percy makes a show of shrugging. "We might as well as get it out of the way."

"Your choice, I guess," 'Chelle shrugs cheerfully. "Alain's picking us up in an hour."

Percy looks down. "What I should wear to irritate Theo?"

"Hm. Honestly, anything. We don't stand on the ceremony."

"Fair enough."

Is he done with the dishes?

Done enough that Aaren's shooing him away to get ready.

Which he does so very efficiently.

'Chelle and Lan are in the kitchen when he's done, watching Aaren...

Yes, Aaren appears to be packing up precooked boxes of food.

Percy is entirely unsurprised about the food packing. Does Aaren need any help?

No, he's pretty much finished, but thank you for the offer.

"You know you don't need to feed my friends, right?" 'Chelle asks, half exasperated, but mostly fond.

"Well. Yes. I know. But we have leftovers, and it saves time."

"Well," Percy stage whispers to 'Chelle and Lan, "what's the definition of 'need' you meant?"

"Mostly that Dad feeds everyone," 'Chelle whispers back. "He fed the postman once."

"Well, the poor man does need the energy to deliver mail."

"See!" Aaren said. "Besides. It was snowing. He looked like he needed something warm."

Lan laughs. "Never change, Dad."

The doorbell goes at that point. 'Chelle gets to her feet, tugging Lan with her. "That'll be Alain."

"Thank you, Aaren," Percy manages to say bringing the food. He says in a way that is very reminiscent to what Lan just spoke.

"You're very welcome, Percy."

'Chelle is hopping into her boots, her other hand opening the door. At which point she over balances, and falls out of the door-