[OPEN] then baby, i'd be rich.

[gillian 'illy' cossette hart]

"Have you met Gideon?" She teased, smiling over at her. She carefully removed the lava cakes from pan, sitting them on a plate. She left two for them, and carried the rest into the living room. Her brother pulled her jokingly into his lap, and she wiggled away, messing up his hair. "Don't be so silly. You have company."

"Who says it's my company?"

"He's a man, he's sitting at the table with you. That makes him your company." Illy said, handing Wren her lava cake.

"Maybe you just like him." He said, and Illy quickly shook her head.

"I don't know him.." she said quietly, sitting down on her stool.

[wrenton fiona carson]

Wren took it with a thanks, laughed. "when has Mitch ever liked anybody?" She teased, nudging him. He complained, smiling up at her. "In a good mood now doctor Carson?" She taunted, sitting down to eat her lava cake carefully. He just shrugged.

[gillian 'illy' cossette hart]

Illy poked hers, letting the chocolate ooze out of it before she cut off a piece, sticking it into her mouth. "Ooh, hot.." She complained, quickly clamping her hand over her mouth.

"Someone needs to kiss it and make it better?" Her brother teased, and she shook her head, her hand tighter over her mouth. He scooped her up, and she squeaked, trying to get away as he carried her to the table.

"Not funny, Iggy! Put me down!" She cried, wrapping her arms tightly around her neck.

"Nope." He smirked, dropping her into Mitch's lap. She quickly got up, shaking her head.

"You aren't funny, Gideon.." She mumbled, but he just laughed, sitting down at his place.

[wrenton fiona carson]

Wren laughed as she watched them, Mitchel grunting as she was dropped into his laugh. He chuckled, helping her up gently, and raised an eyebrow at the other guy.

Wren shook her head, blowing on her bite of cake before taking a bite.

[gillian 'illy' cossette hart]

Illy quickly walked back to her seat in the kitchen, taking another bite out of her cake. She tucked a curl behind her ear, looking out the window before she decided to just look at her plate.

"Oh, lighten up, Illy. I'm just teasing." Gideon said.

"You sure do tease a lot."

"Illy, go pack your brother's bags." Her father said, and she pushed away her barely touched cake and walked into her brother's room, fishing under his bed for his suitcases.

[wrenton fiona carson]

Wren touched her hand reassuringly and offered a smile, watching her go quietly when she was asked. It was Mitchel however you cleared his throat, raising an eyebrow. "Why should she have to do it?"

He got up, wandering after her, "You want some help?"

[gillian 'illy' cossette hart]

"Because she knows her brother is just going to whine about it when he isn't packed in the morning." Her dad said. She jumped when he came in, biting her lip.

"No.. It's okay. Thank you.." She said quietly, sitting the suitcase on the bed. She opened his closet and took down a shirt, checking it for stains before she folded it and packed it neatly into his bag. She pulled down a pair of jeans to go with it, and folded them too, tucking them under the shirt.

[wrenton fiona carson]

Wren stretched glancing over at Gideon curiously before getting up to rinse her plate.

Mitch shrugged. "Make him to do, if it's not done it's his own fault," He insisted, watching her.

[gillian 'illy' cossette hart]

"My brother can barely get himself dressed.. Mom's been dead all our lives and him and dad take that I'm a girl a little too seriously." She said quietly, fishing another shirt out of his closet. She checked it for stains, folded it, and sat it on the bed, looking for the jeans to match. She grabbed a few of his belts, laying them aside so she wouldn't forget them.

Gideon watched Wren just as curiously, tapping his fork on his plate. "Illy!" He called, and she gently pushed past Mitch to go clear the table.

[wrenton fiona carson]

Wren rose an eyebrow at him, deciding for some fun, and allowed her eyes to become more canine as she watched him.

Mitchel sighed. "Yeah? Both my parents are dead by my own hand and I think I'm more a gentleman than them." He watched her, caught her wrist as she made to leave. "Make him do it himself. You didn't even eat at the tabl e."