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House crashing

Who Ceilidh, Sion and Ryner
Where Sion and Ryner's house.
When Lunchtime
Summary Ceilidh invited herself over and is letting herself in.
Note Closed.

After talking to Rose, Ceilidh made her way to Sion and Ryner's place. No humans were home but that didn't really matter to much to her. Picking locks and breaking into places was relatively easy for Ceilidh. She'd learned how to pick them starting when she was four. It was a family game to lock someone up in a room and see how long it took for them to break out. When she learned that other families didn't do that, she'd been quite bewildered. Lock picks were pretty easy to make. They weren't the best lock picks, but they were ... decent.

The lack of security surprised her, no wards, no horseshoe above the door at the very least. Which was good - she wasn't that good at breaking through wards.

With Pickles playing watch, she hummed quietly to herself as she picked the front door's lock.

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"You NEEEED to have pie. Marion and I worked on it. You can't refuse pie. It's bad hospitality," she said very seriously. Despite the seriousness in her voice, her eyes are sparkling with mischief and a grin is barely managing to stay off her face. Though in a way she is serious; hospitality is important to her - even if she did try to break in.

Looking over at Sion she said, "Just invited us inside." The word invited is slightly stressed by her. She was allowed in. If Just had said she couldn't come in, she would have waited on the doorstep.

Somehow he doubted it was an explicit invitation...

Rose tugged at Ryner's pant leg a little, and he didn't even have to look down to know that he was looking up at him adorably, in that way she did when if he made the wrong choice she had electricity ready and waiting. If Rose was eager for him to stay, even for something Marian was involved in...

"...Ahh, well, if you insist, I guess I can stick around for pie," he relented with a sigh. At least he couldn't disapprove of the idea of dessert.

Sion gave Just a glance at that, himself, but the lucario (who was, of course, failing at appearing nonchalant and watching everything intently) simply shrugged. Sion suppressed a sigh and turned back to the conversation at hand, smirking at Ryner.

"Of course you can!" he said cheekily, and went to pull the table out of its corner and set it up.

"It's PIE!" Ceilidh declared. "EVERYONE needs to have pie. It will be fantastic and you will love it."

She set the pie onto the table with a dramatic flourish as if presenting the princess with a crown. Perhaps a curtsy or a bow would also be appropriate but... fuck that shit.

A very serious look is given to Ryner as if daring him to disagree with her.

As if instinctively, his hands went upward in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'll have pie."

And so he took his seat, as casually as he usually would. If this was a friend of Sion's in this world, there was no reason to be formal, after all.

Sion looked smug at Ryner giving in, though there might have been just a hint of fondness to it, too. He took a seat himself, glancing over at Ceilidh as he did so.

"Though, do we get to know what sort of pie it is, at least?" he asked, just the hint of teasing in his tone.

"That isn't a surprise. It's rhubarb pie. Marion said you liked it," she said. Pie down she darted into the kitchen to grab plates, knives and forks. They're balanced on one hand as she slid back to the table.

At some point while baking, she'd taking off her shoes and been running around in her socks.

"A plate for you, and you and me and you get to cut because it's your pie." A knife is flipped, caught and then offered to Sion.

"Did she, now..." Sion said with a raised eyebrow and brief glance to the kitchen, but there was no need to drag the yamask into the conversation. Especially since Marian was just as likely to insert herself if she felt a reason to anyway, in Sion's experience.

Ceilidh's last proclamation earned a slight chuckle from him, though.

"What if I decide to cut only small pieces for everyone but myself?" he remarked as he took the knife. Not that he'd do such a thing, of course.

(And not that he didn't notice the flourish with which Ceilidh had handled and passed the blade, either, though of course Sion wasn't about to comment on that.)

"Then I'd switch slices of pie with you, of course," she said. "And I'm very fast."

It's said with a grin before sitting down across from him. The flourish was done completely unconsciously, as if that's how she normally handles a knife not that she was showing off.

If anyone mentioned it to her she'd give them a blank stare.

"Oh? But that still means you would have taken my piece without asking, and I'd certainly notice if I had the wrong size piece on my own plate..."

Despite the remark, though, he cut the pie quite precisely into several equally-sized pieces. Just large enough that one piece would be enough for someone who didn't want to overdo it, but small enough that a second slice wouldn't be too much, either.

"I'm the guest, I'm automatically right," she said, grin widening.

Her attention is slightly distracted by the even cutting that Sion is doing. Which is pretty talented. Her family is pretty good at cutting things and dividing circles is pretty important, but she's never seen someone do it so well by eye.

Except Adrian. But that's Adrian.

Sion raised an eyebrow.

"Oh? Even though you said this was a surprise for us?" he teased as he started lifting pieces out onto the plates.

"The pie IS the surprise. And so am I. Part of the surprise could be not being able to eat the pie," she said quickly. "Not all surprises are good ones, after all."

"Ah, but would you expect to be invited in if you were planning a bad one?" Sion responded. Pie now cut into several equal slices, he passed one to each person at the table.

"I could be a magpie's gift. I show up and seem really nice and shiny and then the next thing you know it's one week later and I've drunk all your beer and overtaken your couch," she said. "My cousin Roderick is like that."

"That wouldn't be a good way to ensure another invitation in the future, though," Sion pointed out, then had a bite of his pie.

"Unless you're Roderick," she said lightly, biting into her own slice finally. "Somehow no one seems to mind it. It's not even his knack. He's a water mage. But you don't ever want to kick him out even if he's hogging the couch and not letting you watch anything beyond sports even though the newest episode of the best tv show ever is coming on and you've been waiting for weeeeeeks for this episode."

There's a hint of bitterness in her voice at that.

Just a wee bit.

On the other hand, the pie is really good. Not the most amazing thing ever but it's pretty good pie.

Sion's certainly not a pie connoisseur, but it's decent enough, yes.

"Speaking from experience, I take it?" He raised an eyebrow.

If her uncle or cousin made it back home it would have been beyond amazing. Sadly, it's only Ceilidh in some other reality.

She snorted softly, "You could say that." A stab at the pie. "He's a good guy, and everything, but... I'd really wanted to see that episode and was the ooooonly one who didn't see it the next day school."

Not completely true, but it felt like it to ten year old Ceilidh.

Perhaps for the best; Sion's never been much into fancy food and probably wouldn't appreciate the really nice stuff as much as some people would.

"I'll have to take your word for it," Sion replied. "We don't have tvs in my world, so I'm afraid I've never been in that sort of situation..."

It would be normal food - unless they wanted Nat to go all professional chef on them. It's just they had a magical knack (literally) for food preparation. Anything they make will takes amazing.

"Well, it's sort of like everyone you know got to go the circus and see the most awesome of awesomest shows ever and you were going to go too but then you had to go and do chores instead and the circus left the next day so you couldn't go and see it and everyone at school was talking about it the next day."

She waved her fork around a bit overly dramatically as she spoke, flinging a bit of pie across the table as she did so.

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