Exton

Slouching on the couch in the "owner's spot", Ob teases his fingertips along Pandora's still flat belly. A dish of salsa has found its way to their table. Pandora is nibbling on a chip as they cuddle, laughing with their Kith. Hidden by the folds of her skirt, his tail strokes slowly along her calf.

Stoney is talking about how Ob and Pandora should be trying to talk to their son now, before he gets too much of a personality formed. His suggestion being to temper the deamon tendencies before they become the dominant traits. Much to the wives' amusement, Ob has been arguing that the baby's personality is not something that develops, but is inborn. Agreeing to disagree, the discussion turns to names. Their suggestions leave the woman breathless from laughter.

"We are NOT naming our son Lucifer. Re'mi what is wrong with you? naming him Lucifer is as bad as naming him... Dias Bro! I say the child should offer a name for himself. He'll know who he is." Ob's nimble fingers tickle Pandora's tummy lightly as he stretches his own thoughts, trying to touch the baby's. "It is more important that he know he is loved already, just like all the other children."

Pandora's hand covers his, stilling the movements. There is a faint touch to the mental probes the adults, a curious touch as if just stirring and becoming aware. Ob smiles. "See... already inquisitive."

Tori touches her thoughts to theirs bidding the sibs and family goodnight. Teasing suggestions make her grin as her eyes smoulder with her own need. "Sooo Coppertop... my place or yours? or the Gallery..." Her nails scrape along his forearm and she presses close. "Hope you know... I'll need help getting out of  this dress. I mean, I'm TIED into it."