Private The Trenches What We Are To Each Other

Morgan Liu

Rating: Able Seabeast
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(Closed to Vihma for the moment, any additions would be by invitation)

The porcelain plates clacked against each other as Eirene carefully piled them, arranging the few leftovers and the silverware on the plate. Bezine was laughing at her own joke as she wound her way to the punchline. "So zen I say, 'You no get to talk to Kaden like zat; zat is my job!'"

Morgan, who was leaning back in her chair with one paw atop her stomach, slightly bloated from the truly ridiculous amount of food that she'd just consumed, rolled her eyes at the joke. "Mother, you know that doesn't get funnier the more times you tell it," she pointed out.

Bezine waved her paw dismissively, in a rare good mood. She picked up her glass and swirled the thin layer of wine left within before downing it. "Is fine, I no was telling to you," she remarked. She smiled at Vihma, their guest for this evening. "You sure you no can stay tonight? We have a guest bed."

"You mean my bed," Morgan responded indignantly.

"Would be your bed if you ever sleeped in it," Eirene called from the kitchen as she deposited the dishes in the sink and started to work the pump to draw up water into it. "When you so late come home, always you crash on couch, so we figure you no want it."

"I like the couch," Morgan grumbled. "I feel like the back support is better. That doesn't mean i don't want to have a bed."

"See, zere you go," Bezine pointed out. "Everyone win." She turned her eyes to Vihma, inquiring, "So you stay, or you need for go back to ship?"
 
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