There are many people that a gang could set upon on a night, and even get away the victors. But even with the advantage of numbers, attacking the four tipsy people who'd been weaving down the street has turned out to be very much the wrong decision. Because the four tipsy people are in fact military trained. That they're tipsy barely impedes their reactions. It doesn't take them long to have it over with, breathing a little rushed, faces flushed with adrenaline and grins.
A girl with a shock of bright pink hair appears at the top of the stairs, stepping down backwards, a foam rapier in hand. "I thought it fitting considering the rocky terrain."
The teen who the other voice apparently belongs to appears above her, also wielding a foam rapier. "Naturally, you must suspect me to attack with Capa Ferro?"
"Naturally, but I find that Thibault cancels out Capa Ferro. Don’t you?"
The girl is navigating the stairs expertly for the fact she's going backwards and involved in an apparent fencing match.
"Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa…" the boy pauses, pulling his rapier back slightly, "which I have!"
Percy is looking in that direction before the voices are heard. He grins and appears to be basking on their sight like a flower in the sun.
"Princess Bride guys, really?" Aaren says, and how fond he is is possibly almost overwhelming.
"You say that like it's a bad thing," the girl says looking over her shoulder. She grins when she spots Percy. "Hey, I'm 'Chelle. How do you feel about Mel Brooks films? Me and Lan here were having a binge before we decided to fence!"
"I'm Lan," the boy provides. "Although 'Chelle already said that."
"I have not watched any but you two are obviously enjoying yourselves."
The way he looks at them is almost familiar. Fondness is so good. He hadn't any for a while.
"M'gonna go make- something. Everyone hungry?"
"Not gonna say no, Dad," Lan says. "Young Frankenstein?"
Percy mentally debates his options and recent nutrient intake. He figures he doesn't need to closely observe Aaren's cooking to balance out vitamins, fibers and fat, but... "Do you want help? I would enjoy helping you cook and I would like to contribute."He turns to Lan and smiles. "Not that I wouldn't like to watch Young Frankenstein, I expect it to be fun."
"We'll cue it up for when Dad's finished cooking," 'Chelle says. "S'one of his favourites."
"Y'can if you want, but I'm okay without."
Decisions. Deep down all he "wants" is to stay. He doesn't know these people well enough to figure that out, but he is sure they are going to keep him for a few days. So he makes his shoulder shrug. "Likewise."
"-Y'know what, you can help chop things, that way I don't slice my own fingers off and cause a need for an impromptu trip to hospital."
Percy beams. "Of course."
Kitchen! Aaren gives Percy some vegetables to cut, and a few instruction on how they should be cut.
Percy pays attention and follows the instructions. When he makes a mistake that Aaren catches (never something too terrible), he pauses for a moment and follows the instructions more precisely. He does that without Aaren need to speak.
Aaren notices, but doesn't actually mention anything. And in short order: stir fry!
He hands two bowls to Percy. "Let's go join Lan and 'Chelle. There's plenty more if you're still hungry afterwards, help yourself."
Percy beams and obeys
(If Percy noticed the noticing, he doesn't visibly react to it.)
'Chelle has Lan pinned on the sofa and is trying to get the remote off him.
"We interrupting?" Apparently this is a fairly common occurrence.
"Nah, now you're here we can begin. 'Chelle, food."
"Ooh," 'Chelle abandons pinning Lan. "Food, gimme."