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 chuckles at the sight and offers the most appetizing food bowl to 'Chelle.
She grins at him, "Thank you, kind sir."
Aaren chuckles and gives Lan the other bowl he's carrying as he passes and settles into the chair on the far side of the room, leaving the one near the door for Percy.
He takes the cue and seats himself, positioning so he can look at everyone else in the room. He starts eating mechanically, but pays attention to everyone's taking bites of their bowls like they are eating a vastly different and superior meal.
(Unless someone catches him and feels uncomfortable, then he will stop.)
'Chelle flashes him another grin as Lan hits play, and kicks her legs over Lan's lap as she eats.
Lan winks at him, and pokes 'Chelle's leg before eating himself.
Percy grins at her. He will divide his attention and also watch the movie, of course.
'Chelle finishes first. "Should we get the spare bed cleared?" she asks, tilting her head back to look at her Dad.
"I don't mind sleeping on the couch or clearing the bed myself. I don't mind house chores."
"This might just be the start of a beautiful friendship," 'Chelle teases lightly. "But really, you're a guest. It's the least I can do on your first night. C'mon, Lan."
"Why am I being volunteered for this right after dinner?" Lan complains, but his tone is amused.
Oh, good. Gratitude is always so hard, but he can do amused. "I don't think she is giving you a choice."
"Yeah, our 'Chelle's real stubborn like that," Lan says, letting 'Chelle tug him to his feet. "Guess I'll be back after being used as a pack mule..."
"Well, hopefully I will be able to pick up the slack from now on."
And then he takes a moment to look at them like their sight is nourishing.
He gets two bright, if ever so slightly perplexed, smiles, and another wink from Lan before the two are gone, bickering and shoving their way up the stairs.
"Well. If you really don't mind, rules about guests be damned, you can come help me tidy the kitchen."
"I really don't."
He follows Aaren back to the kitchen.
Aaren points out where the dishwasher is, and sets about washing the dishes.
There's a dish towel hung from the front of the oven if Percy wants to dry the dishes once the dishwasher is stacked.
Percy is very diligent about the task.
Aaren appreciates his diligence!
"Thank you," he says when they're done. "I suspect from the lack of banging, that those two are done. You want to sleep now, or stay up for a bit? There's more television, books, a variety of other entertainment methods..."
"Not books, maybe something to do together." Percy looks up at the aproximate direction where the banging should becoming from. "But I can sleep if there isn't anything like that."
"We've got playing cards, and a variety of board games. I'm pretty sure those two would be up for either."
Percy nods in agreement. "Either of those is fine."
"Do you know any card games?"
Nod. "I know how to play poker and can learn anything easily enough."