Helping Unpack (Emily & the House Crew) - Darius and Crew

She gave him a cheeky salute and headed off to the kitchen, where boxes of dishes sat on the floor.

He winked at Elizabeth and went about finding more boxes of dishes that were stacked in the living room.

"Oh, I'm not fragile!" She said, but she did busy herself doing more oganizey things as opposed to lifty things.

Which was good for her -- he had meant it.

He was busy lifting and carrying boxes to various different rooms, per their labels.

She was careful with each possession. Lovingly and carefully unwrapping and placing each item. Each fork in its place, each clock and nick-nack.

She was in the pantry, putting away all the staples. The flour and the sugar, and the pots and pans.

"Darius, you lucked out. There is more than enough space in here for me to gather all the other stuff I want to cook with."

He looked up and peeked around the pantry door, so that she could see his head.

"If you buy a bunch of soy stuff and tofu, we're going to have words, Elizabeth. Lots and lots of words."

She giggled.

"Nope. I'm talking the gumbo pot I want. And the industrial ice cream maker. Making my own pasta. Tofu is disgusting."

He seemed to melt a little, his hand coming up to his chest.

"It's love. I tell you. Love."

"Oh, you're going to live here too Elizabeth? This is one big happy family like my household." She smiled.

She chuckled.

"Yeah, I've been through some tough times, and I don't want to be living alone. Darius was nice enough to let me move here with him."

"Ah, well isn't he a sweet heart? He and Griselda would get along I think. Griselda is the owner of my house. She's always helping people out and giving them a place to stay."

He grinned at Emily.

"It has nothing to do with her cooking. I swear."

He smiled at that.

"Oh, wait. Estaban's wife?"

"Yes!" Emily said happy he knew them. Small town. And now she wondered if he was involved in the vampire world at all.

"They were both kind enough to take me in when I was in this horrible fire and lost everything."

He smiled.

"I only met her once. She seemed really nice, though."

She made a chortling sound, then came to lean against the door frame.

"Lies. It has at least half to do with my cooking."

She smiled to Emily.

"Estaban is the nice man with the Cigar shop, right?"

Emily nodded, "Yes! He makes these sweet smelling cigars. And he's careful not to smoke them around me." She patted her belly.

He laughed.

"At least he's considerate."

Savannah listened to the conversation not adding to it but drinking her beer and watching.

He grinned at Savannah.

"I'd make a great dad. Don't you think, Savannah?"

He had a box in front of him, just in case she threw the beer at him. Because, well, she might.

IF no one else had been there she would of, her eyes narrowed at him "No comment." she said coolly instead to him.

He grinned at her.

"You're still mad at me?"

"Yes." as she took the last drink of her beer. "I'll leave you with your gaggle." putting the bottle in the recycling bin and going to head out the door. "Nice to meet you Emily."

She peeked out of the pantry. But she didn't say a word.

He watched her leave with a frown. The only people in the room that could tell? Elizabeth and Gwen were very, very certain that he was, in fact, quite pissed off. Which meant nothing at all good for later. But he didn't let the frown linger too long.

"Sorry about that," he said to Emily with a smile. "We're having a bit of a tiff right now."