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 sometimes will comment on continuity errors and noting what the actors must be really be feeling at a given time.
Aaren can be heard whistling as he fusses around in the kitchen - loading the dishwasher, putting things away (or getting them out? it isn't entirely clear).
Eventually, he reappears in the living room, flicking the lights out, and balancing a cake with lit candles on the other hand - it's nothing special, just a chocolate sponge, but Aaren's iced the words 'Welcome Home Percy' on the top of it.
Delight!
After a moment of cuddling, Percy remembers the candles. He peeks out of the hug and blows. Then back at the hug.
Chuckle. "Okay, okay. Even if it doesn't go stale, lets be appreciative of dad's cooking."
Aaren gives them a final squeeze before pulling BACK, and heading into the kitchen, returning a moment later with plates, and a knife that he offers to Percy.
"Now that is helpful," 'Chelle says claiming her slice. "None of this having to try and quantify the amount you want."
"We've got a couple of options for tomorrow," Aaren says once they're done. "I can get you transferred to your new school."
(That's met by a muted, theatrical groan from 'Chelle.)
"Or you can take the day, and I'll introduce you to Ange."
"Somewhat, call it a hunch, I think meeting Ange is going to be the more interesting option."
"Ange's it is then. I'll let her know." There's a sense that he had already told Ange that this was the plan.