FAMILY DINNER

[falsify]

[Having Nancy over isn't as common as it used to be, life is busy and whatnot, but Eames sometimes makes an effort. He's even gone so far as to make something to eat that he knows Nancy loves, and he is well stocked with wine for the two of them.]

[Arthur's off visiting a friend or something, so it's just the two of them for tonight. The two of them and a dog who is always happy for familiar company and spends a good chunk of time sat by Nancy's feet, only slightly hoping maybe she'll share some food even if it's against the rules.]

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[stauncherhearted]

[Her boyfriends are great and at least one of them never hit her. Just... nearly killed her once on fae blood. No big deal.]

I don’t know. I think he’s got a soft spot like that, like he’ll want to settle down some day, have a kid, white picket fence.

[or she was projecting]

[falsify]

[He can't help it, but the mention of kids makes Eames burst out laughing.]

I can tell you for a fact that children are about the last thing he wants.

[stauncherhearted]

That so?

[She crosses her arms]

Me and Boxer enough?

[falsify]

More than.

[Boxer's a great son, especially because he's a dog, and Nancy is... Well, she's a handful. Several of them. And whilst he adores both of them, it's also far more of a commitment than Eames has ever wanted.]

That's a conversation we've actually had though, so I know neither of us want that.

[stauncherhearted]

Oh.

[She didn’t ask for him. It’s his fault he’s in her mess]

Well, more for me then. [Children. Somehow that made sense.]

[falsify]

Have as many as you like, just don't expect me to babysit.

[stauncherhearted]

Oh come on! You’ll be Uncle Eames. It’s you babysitting or Fagin and I don’t want my children anywhere near the bastard.

[falsify]

[Ugh.] There's so many better options than either of us.

[stauncherhearted]

[Nancy looks at him flatly.]

Yeah? Name one person in my life'd be a responsible babysitter.

[She crosses her arms and leans back, waiting for him to name some sort of good influence in her life. She didn't think he could.]

[falsify]

There are people you could pay for that sort of thing.

[He pauses thoughtfully, then adds:] You could hire an Au Pair.

[stauncherhearted]

[Nancy tries not to laugh. It doesn't work, not after so many glasses of wine.]

Oh, yeah, that'd go over just brilliantly. [She rolls her bright green eyes.] I was hoping I could rely on the kindness of my friends' hearts.

Or maybe Dodger'd do it... [It's not a threat. Is it?]

it hasn't been a month you're seeing things

[falsify]

He used to help the new kids in the Den, right? He could manage one kid.

[If that was a threat, Eames is totally not bothered by it. It's not his kid she's messing up here.]

silly me

[stauncherhearted]

Yeah, here an' there. [Dodger'd take a lot under his wing, Nancy's be the sweet touch, but Dodger was a conspirator when it came to the new kids.]

You're forgetting, it'd be my kid. [So, likely a witch. A witch, or a werewolf.]

[falsify]

He's a fae, he'll be fine.

[Probably. Eames has no idea how in touch with his magic he is, or if he's chosen to renounce it altogether. Changelings are a messy lot.]

[stauncherhearted]

He's also a fifteen-year-old boy, fae or not. I don't know how many fifteen-year-olds you see regularly, but... [she smirks]

[falsify]

None, actually. I make a point of not spending time with children.

[stauncherhearted]

Then explain Arthur, he's got to be a child to you

[falsify]

Are you serious? He might be the oldest man I've ever met.

[He's pretty sure Arthur might actually have been born a 60 year-old man.]

[stauncherhearted]

Come on- it can't be that bad. He's only what, 40?

[She's joking. She thinks. Gosh, she can't remember how old Arthur said he was.]

[falsify]

Thirty-six. On the outside.

[He still looks absurdly good for his age though, if Eames didn't know for a fact the man wasn't magic he'd certainly question it.]

[... There's an effective pick-up line for when he gets home later. He'll have to kerp it in mind.]

[stauncherhearted]

I remember when I first met him, [Nancy says with a small smile.] You can guess how it started-- But I always thought he was absolutely stunning.

[falsify]

He might be the most beautiful person I've ever seen. Certainly the most so of the mortals.

[He's completely genuine in tone and expression, a light smile on his face as he speaks. Something he catches after a moment, and he'd never want to come across as actually caring or being romantic or anything, so--]

Absolutely gorgeous cock too.

[Saved it.]

[stauncherhearted]

[She starts to giggle, bright red with how frank Eames is.]

Yeah? You gonna share that information? I could give you plenty in exchange... [Information was always a give and a take. And don't you want to know how big the president's dick is?]

[falsify]

[Eames laughs and shakes his head, if only.]

I'd show everyone if I could, the world deserves to see what I get to. But there's a not insignificant chance he'd kill me if I did.

[stauncherhearted]

Oh come on! [She laughs, and takes a drink of her wine.] He can't kill you, anyway.

[Killing fae was hard. Part of the reason Fagin had lasted so long.]