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.
"I doubt there will be a lack of opportunity," Percy says taking a bite out of his pancakes.
"Really, guys? At the table? At breakfast?" 'Chelle doesn't sound too serious, and feels mostly amused.
Eventually, 'Chelle has to leave for school. She does it at high speed, and with hugs all around. "Try not to miss me too badly while I'm gone," she says with a wink at Percy.
"Ange says we can head on over to hers whenever we're ready," Aaren says. "You joining us, Lan?"
Aaren ushers them all to the car, and off they can go. The drive is strange - it feels like they're rather abruptly in a completely different place, and driving up a long driveway towards a large, sprawling house.
"I don't actually know. There's a lot of magic on Ange's place. To keep it safe and make sure the people who need to find it do."
"But are we actually... somewhere else? Or... I am not used to have my senses this confused."
"-Oh. No. Are you-? Yes. We are somewhere else. I... Like, I know where Aunt Ange's house is, but it's also kinda...just wherever it needs to be? It's really neat, but also kinda disorienting."
"Don't worry. It is a sufficiently novel sensation. So we are still on Earth? We are not going to run into a yellow brick road or a giant caterpillar if we go to far off course?"
"Any dragons would be under control," Aaren assures him as they get out the car.