Exton

Stoney raises his glass and takes a sip. He coughs, sputtering. How in the world did Mortuis drink this stuff? He chokes, trying to find his breath. After a few moments he gasps and wipes his eyes.

"How, in the name of the Gods, do you DRINK this stuff?" He coughs harder, feeling Alise' hidden laughter.

Mortuis speaks in a wry tone "With a great deal of care, my friend."

Ob refuses an offered glass, then laughs as Miko flies toward it and suddenly veers away. The demifae settles on the arm of a chair, holding its head. Stoney sets down his glass, still wiping his eyes.

He smiles at Alise, watching the twins sleep peacefully in their mother's arms. His gaze turns back to Mortuis.

"If this is what you drink Sir, I know why your opponents call you the Right Hand of Death. Only Death, and his best friends, could drink this stuff."

Grinning, Ob and Pandora hug Alise.

"I must get my woman home and resting. I want to make a few stops on the way and get her some new clothes." He pats Pandora's slightly rounded belly. "If you are any indication, Mon Fleur, Bruha will gain inches quickly. As it is, the only thing that will soon fit is Silk's saris and a few of my robes."

He holds his hand out Stoney. "Adios, Bro." Stoney clasps his hand and pulls him into a quick hug. "See you later."

He offers a hand to Mortuis. "Later Sorcerer. Silk... mi cooza sends her love."

Sliding an arm around Pandora's shoulders, Ob waves good bye and walks Pandora to the car. He strokes lightly over her belly as she settles into the seat.

"Let's go home, amor."