#VERSE. ( pcu uw. )

[fidelityfcrged]

"Hmph," the den mother chuffs in response, the wooden spoon she's stirring with bapped lightly against his knuckles as a mimicry of chastisement for his theft. "You'd think that at least one of them would've had the decency to see to the dishes properly before dinner is served." It's exasperated, but affectionate. She knows well enough that in the intervening time between now and when it's time to actually serve dinner, the long and sturdy wooden table will somehow be cleaned off and set with all the required utensils and dishes for the small horde to eat from, but that doesn't make the annoyance any less at this particular moment.

She twists in his hold, arms coming to settle on his shoulders, a nose scrunch offered, equally just as annoyed and affectionate as the rest of the banter that had preceded it. "No, I wouldn't," Hannah confirms, even though she knows as well as he did that if he truly didn't want the other lycans here, they simply wouldn't be. But she wasn't going to point that out to him, at least directly. Appearances, and all. "Where else would they go, anyhow?" It's a tease, but there's a painful truth to it as well. They were a rarity: a close knit pack that had a place to call home that was far enough out of the way of cities and far enough away from the vampire's covens that they could have a life, a home, a family. After centuries spent having to move every few months, at most, for their own preservation this was as much his dream as it was hers. "But if you don't stop interrupting me while I'm in the middle of cooking, there might well be one less person to concern myself with."

so many people in this house and not a clean dish to be found.  (exasperated wolf mum hannah w/ cash modern day ish) uw verse // @fidelityfcrged

“Yeah, well. That’s why there’s nothin’ clean, ain’t it?” He's got a hand in the pan of food she's cooking before she can even slap it away. When she inevitably rounds on him, it's already gone, no evidence but his cheeky smile that any crime had occurred at all. "Too many people in this house."

It's lighthearted enough, but only half in jest. If Cash had it his way, he'd have no one else in the house at all, save from Hannah and himself. A good thing they have so much property: the 3,000 square foot home and surrounding acreage houses more than twelve lycans, at any given moment, and it's impossible to kick any of them out. For one thing, more than a few of them are their own children.

"Got a solution for that, though." An arm ensnares her by the waist, pulling her back against him, away from the stove. Demanding attention, as he was like to do. "Not that you'll let me kick them out."