::Daddy?::
::Yes, pet.::
::Am I disturbing you?::
::You’re never a disturbance. You are only a joy. What can I do for you?::
::I had a whole prime rib roast in the freezer. Syn taught me how to use the appliances. I want to invite you and Duke Tarin to dinner. I’ve made scalloped monk, corn, shrimp cocktails, and a salad of baby greens, scallions and cherry tomatoes, plus a few Sarran greens and nuts and vegetables that Juraens recommended.::
Sam lifted an eyebrow to Tarin and he nodded. ::We’ll be happy to join you.::
::Thank you, Daddy. I want to get to know my new sire and so do Mark and Juraens.::
Tarin smiled.
::What time, baby girl?:: Sam asked fondly.
::Is eighteen tines good for you?:: Again Sam cocked a brow at Tarin. He nodded.
::That sounds good, we’ll be there. Will we be able to see Michael?::
::You mean Nafchael?::
Sam burst out laughing.::Like Brangelina, is it?::
Tarin gave him a questioning look.
“I’ll explain later,” Sam mouthed.