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.
Percy sighs dramatically.
"Aaren... You're amazing cook, but I only enjoy food by proxy. I am so sorry."
"On the other hand, I think we all know me and Lan enjoy your cooking enough that Percy is going to be enjoying your food a lot, even if it is by proxy."
"Guess you're just gonna have to make all our favourites," Lan grins at Aaren.
"That's good then," Aaren agrees, turning back to his cooking. "-Do you have preferences on paint colours? I figure we can redecorate the spare room for you?"
Headshake. "I never had a strong aesthetic sense, but I've never knew if that was only due to a lack of a source to get from. Lan can pick it."
"But imagine how happy he would be whenever someone saw my room and was promptly horrified."
"Where's your laptop, 'Chelle? I feel the need to browse paint shops for inspiration."
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."
"-Failing that, Ange has an entire estate. Her house has...okay, I don't actually know how many bedrooms her house has."
'Chelle leans over and wraps an arm around him. "I'm going to take a wild guess that you probably feel positively about cuddlepiles?"