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.
"Warm," 'Chelle says immediately. "Provided you aren't messing with her people."
Nod nod. "One more reason, among many, to have decided not to mess with dad."
"The reasons are multitude. Seriously. Uh- have you read any Pratchett?"
'Chelle beams. "So, the Ogg family in Pratchett is massive. And they have a variety of ongoing spats. But the minute anyone outside the family becomes involved, the entire Ogg family turns on them like a well-oiled machine. Which is exactly what we're like. With less internal feuding."
Aaren checks his watch. "Well. I'm going to head to bed. Whether or not you three do the same is up to you. Sparky, please at least try to sleep?"
"Sleep well, Dad." Then he turns to the others. "So, what do you wanna watch next?"
Aaren smiles, and takes the dishes to the kitchen before heading on up the stairs.
"Not wrong," Lan agrees cheerfully, grabbing the remote and finding a cartoon - pretty much exactly at random.
"Lan falling asleep on the couch on someone's shoulder and/or lap is a longstanding tradition around here."
"In that case, allow me to participate in it for the first time before many."
Snuggle?
Percy is proud.
Well, he is actually filled with contentment. But close enough.
And while 'Chelle isn't sleeping, she seems fairly content in the snugglepile.
Eventually though, she shifts slightly. "We should probably try actual beds," she half-whispers to Percy.