"Gods, no! His sense of style is like...polka dots!"

"But imagine how happy he would be whenever someone saw my room and was promptly horrified."

"-Okay. I can't actually argue with that."

"Where's your laptop, 'Chelle? I feel the need to browse paint shops for inspiration."

"You may regret this," Aaren said, amused.

Shrug. "I will paint that bridge when I get to it."

"Oooh, good one. You're gonna fit in here just fine."

Grin. "I am surprised there are only three of us so far. Is Aaren restricting himself to supernatural kids?"

"On the whole, I don't actually run into situations where kids need a place to stay. Just the three of you so far. I'd need to build an extension if we decide to pick up any more. Or convert the attic."

"Uh... my power is actually liable to provide opportunities for that."

"-Failing that, Ange has an entire estate. Her house has...okay, I don't actually know how many bedrooms her house has."

"See: Dad always has a backup plan!"

Percy takes this moment to bask at them all.

'Chelle leans over and wraps an arm around him. "I'm going to take a wild guess that you probably feel positively about cuddlepiles?"

Percy wraps his arms back. "Gosh, how did you guess?" Squeeze.

"Like I said, wild guess."

Lan bounds closer and wraps his arms around both of them. "Cuddle piles are the best."

"To me it's all about the company," Percy says, calling Aaren in.

Aaren laughs and joins them happily. "The company definitely makes hugpiles better."

Hug. Bask.

After a little, Aaren jostles them. "Alright. I need to finish cooking, and you three need to not fill up on sausage rolls."

"Of course... dad."

There's a moment of shocked silence, and then a delighted warmth from Aaren, and a gentle squeeze.

'Chelle futilely tries to muffle her delighted squeak. Her own excitement and joy give her away anyway.

Excitement and joy is delightful. Squeeze. "Something is up, sis?"