Drool

Mick is just as glad when Rosetta takes over. He didn't mind a bit, since she kept better track of what they had open anyway, and she always remembered who was scheduled to come better than he did. April seemed a little more at ease talking with her anyway. Something still felt a little strange to Mick, but not enough for him to balk at the group staying here - if Katie knew this woman, they were welcome, as were any of Katie's friends.

Finding April addressing him again, he smiles and shakes his head. "Nothing extra needed, unless you plan to trash the bunkhouses, but I have a feeling y'all are a nicer bunch than that."

He glances to Rosetta again before looking back to April. "We were just ready to head nextdoor to supper. You're more than welcome to join us - we usually have enough food for an army." Clients were one thing - friends were another. Clients had the privilege and special treatment of quiet meals alone in the smaller room adjoining the main dining hall - friends were dragged into the clan whether they liked it or not.


Back in the dining hall, by now, Hunter was seated with Katie and a few others at one of the tables, waiting for the food, which was almost done. The baked chicken smelled wonderful, and Eric had been trying to steal a taste but to no avail - all he'd received was a swat with a dishtowel from Cindy.

Perhaps it was the rainy weather that had brought everybody in on time tonight, but it was a full house, bringing the delight of warmth and laughter as usual. Jeff had lost his place at the window when he'd gotten up to take his teacup back to the kitchen, and had found himself at a mostly-empty table near the door - where he had a good view of Katie, whether she knew it or not. He'd been watching Hunter this evening and was please with what he saw. Though he had his reservations about the young man, he knew he didn't have to worry - he trusted Hunter was not the type to mistreat his daughter.

"Food!" Clint holds his fork and knife in his fists and bangs them on the table loudly.

Chase squeals and grabs hold of his baby spoon, t0 wave it around as he sat in his high chair, drooling just a bit.

"Andrew..." Becky walks past with a pitcher of water, thumping him on the back of the head. "You're going to teach him bad manners."

Clint cringes at the sound of his first name, but he grins anyway. "Yeah, he's gonna be just like his daddy."

Chase grins and sticks the soft spoon in his mouth, despite there being no food on it.

"Mm... rubber." Clint reaches over and uses Chase's bib to wipe up some drool. "Your mother will be coming shortly with your food, Bud."