Surprise! Bang! Wallop!

Nairn slept peacefully; like a rock. It was the kind of sleep he didn't get when they were in Coterie safehouses. Nobody in Arlathan needed him, though. Or... they shouldn't. He'd grumble, as she whispered in his ear.

Place better be in flames, he muttered. It was an unspoken rule; the Coterie wouldn't seek him out when he was in Arlathan. Not unless something was going down.

He waved her away, pushing himself upright slowly. One hand rubbed across his face, and he grumbled, reaching to pull his hair back. Free hand searched the nightstand, until he found the tie he'd left there, tying his hair.

Not put together, he muttered under his breath as he pulled pants on, and then his boots. Foregoed claiming a shirt. Mmm, breakfast? What'dya cook, ma vhenan? Nairn grinned at her, as he nudged the door to the bedroom shut, just for a moment.

Pulled her to him, leaned for a kiss good morning. And he groaned as he parted from her mouth, Danny best not ruin our mornin'. Of course, he didn't know that the boy's arrival already had ruined her plans. Another kiss, and then he'd release her, ducking out the door and into the kitchen.

Danny. He took a seat at the kitchen table, across from the boy. Why are you here? Neutral-toned; no edge to his words.

The young man glanced over at Megara, and opened his mouth to say something. Before looking back at Nairn. And deciding that whatever he was going to say, likely about the woman, was better left unsaid. Well, uhm, some of the Rats got into some pockets they shouldn'a.

That wasn't the end of the world, by any means. Nairn raised his eyebrows, eyeing the artifacer as if this wasn't worth traveling all the way out to Arlathan to talk to him about. Danny? Why are you here? The Rats get into trouble all the time, that's part of being a kid.