There’s a small buzz of magic under my hand, and I smile.
“I’m the last one?” I ask as I walk into the kitchen and find everyone already sitting.
“Yep, even Baz was quicker than you, and he hasn’t had a hot shower in forty odd years,” Reed teases.
“Whoops?” I grin.
I honestly thought that I was being pretty quick, but apparently not.
The guys all laugh as I take my seat at the table, and admire the pastries and coffee that House and Ethel have put out.
“You’ll never guess what?” River asks, bouncing around on his seat and making me smile.
“What?”
River looks at Baz, “Tell her.”
I raise my eyebrow at Baz, and he smiles, opening his mouth in order to tell me whatever it is that has River so excited, but before he can, River interrupts.
“You’re taking too long,” River mutters in a rush, making Baz laugh. “Baz’s room changed. We put him in one of the spare rooms, obviously, but when I showed him to the room, he opened the door, and it was completely different than the generic thing it was.”
My eyes widen, “Seriously?”
Baz nods, “Yeah. It fits my personality perfectly. Your house is impressive.”
House bangs the cupboard doors happily.
“House says thank you,” Ethel calls from her place on the counter.
Baz smiles, “No, thank you. It’s been a long time since I had a room.”
“That’s awesome,” I grin. I’m curious to see what it looks like now, but I’m not sure that I know him well enough to be able to ask to see it yet. I mean, I’ve only really known him for a few hours. I try not to laugh, yeah, I’ll definitely wait to ask to see his room.
He nods, and then is clearly uncomfortable with having the focus on him because he changes the subject, “And House and Ethel make you pastries, that’s even better.”
I smile and glance over to where Ethel is in the kitchen, “This looks amazing, thanks, guys.”
“It wasn’t us, Zephyr made them while you were gone, on the job today. We were supposed to put them out for dinner, but obviously we didn’t get the chance to,” Ethel explains.
“Zephyr bakes?” I ask, unable to hide the surprise in my tone.
“He does when he’s stressed, although he hasn’t actually had anyone to share it with for a long time. I think he enjoyed baking for someone else,” Ethel replies with fondness.
“Well, I feel bad eating these without him,” I mutter, standing up. “I’ll be back in a second. I just want to see if he wants to come and join us. He’s already been involved in a pretty private conversation this morning when we went over the plan for the wolf sales, and I think he knows something about what happened with the Voices and me, so it’s probably better that he’s involved anyway.”
“Okay, Love,” Coen smiles. “Don’t be too long though, because I can’t promise that I won’t have eaten all of this.”
I narrow my eyes and point at all of them, “There better be at least five left for me.”
“Five?” Baz asks with a smile, his eyebrows raised slightly.
I grin, “At least or heads are going to fucking roll.”
Thunder claps overhead as my eyes change, and my pink fire rolls up my arms.
“Oh, I love it when you’re all scary,” Griff grins.
My smile widens, “The thunder is handy for making a point. Plus, I’ve got more control over it now.”
