This Means War (Invite Only)
"Son of a..."
That was the third time Pak's Pikachu had used his annoying superball power on Kem's Ice Climbers this game. He eyed his wii-mote skeptically before turning to her.
"I hate when you do that."
It had started as a quiet evening. Aishe had suggested they ask Pak over and as it turned out their friend wasn't particularly busy either. She'd apparently gotten a kitten recently, and she'd brought it with her. Surprisingly, Zoe seemed to have a motherly streak and she was sitting in the corner playing patiently with Mongkut now.
Aishe, for her part, was curled up on the couch with a book. She played wii with Kem often but not when Pak was over. The two of them tended to get a little competitive.
"I can't believe you're still reading that," he said, noting the book she held.
"No, I've never made a cookie in my life, but I figured Aishe was right. If Reign is going to make us brownies, I can return the favor. I'll bring them over with coffee in the morning."
Kem was satisfied. He would feel strange if Reign kept doing things for him all the time. The least he could do was repay the kindness. After all, if she seemed to think she was supposed to take care of him, then he could return the favor. That's what this whole thing was about wasn't it?
He validated himself by beating both Pak and Aishe several times... with Olimar.
Indeed, the scent of baking cookies from the kitchen, wholly unknown in their house, was oddly encouraging. Apparently, no house was truly a home until someone baked cookies in it.
Pak grumbled, waking her new pet who promptly leapt of her lap to go play with Zoe. Apparently, the older cat was more interesting than a suspicious and grousing vampire.
"If I can't have a familiar, can I at least have coffee?"Â?
That was Pak's way of inviting herself to stay the night. Besides, she wanted to see if Kem could wake Reign without getting murdered or having a large dog set on him.
"They do smell good."Â? She agreed reluctantly, "But what are you going to do if she starts making pheasant under glass or knitting warm blankets and fuzzy slippers?"Â?
Snickering at her own joke Pak finally got serious about this game. Losing to Olimar, well that meant war!
((OOC... all out with permission))