firstofitskind | MHA #6, Sunday Evening

MHA #6, Sunday Evening

The last two days in the Kincaid-Price household had been, uh, interesting. First and most obviously, there was the appearance of some animal but not actually animal visitors. There had been Kestrel, of course, and then there'd been who had shown up claiming to belong to Verity:

"Jack."

"Your name is Jack."

"Yup"

"Jack the jackalope?"

"Yup."

The talking part of which wasn't even as startling as it might be for most. And that was because of the mice. Which led to the other really interesting thing: once they'd figured out that these animals- daemons- were in fact extensions of human souls, two schools of thought had immediately formed: those that believed the new arrivals needed to have names bestowed upon them so they could be properly worked into the canon, and those who believed that, as part of their gods, they were already covered, namewise.

That the daemons would likely disappear either tomorrow or in a few days, as is typical with Fandom, Did Not Matter, as it had been pointed out that They Have Always Been There, You Just Did Not Know It. Therefore, they would continue to exist once they've disappeared.

"For does NOT the Pilgrim Priestess search high and low for he God of Empty Rooms and Cold Regrets with no sign of him nor proof he still lives? Is not our entire life based around the faith of That Which We Feel But Can Not See?" remarked one of the acolytes early on in the discussion.

So that was the background noise as Liam (and Kestrel, who wasn't really much help per se but had Opinions) was in the kitchen, preparing some Ginataang Talong with some Deep Fried Cauliflower on the side. The eggplant had finished simmering and now it was just a matter of waiting for the deep fryer to finish as they waited for their guests.

[ooc: for thems that live here or are coming for dinner!]

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"That's what my family was trying to push," Verity sighed. "First of the generation to get married so it was a Big Deal. And it led to fighting and Liam and I were just like...what if we didn't? Let Alex and Shelby deal with that."

"Exactly," Liam nodded. "Her family wasn't thrilled when they found out, but," he shrugged, grinning ruefully. "They got over it."

Yeah, he wasn't mentioning how his family had reacted... because there wasn't a family to mention.

"Well, here's to making it work," Danny said, lifting his wine glass in a little toast.

Steve held his up, too. "Hoʻohiwahiwa," he said, grinning. "How long has it been?"

"It'll be a year two days after Christmas," Verity said, with another one of those happy looks at Liam. "Technically, we're still eligible for the Newlywed Game if it were still on."

Yeah, Liam was beaming back, unsurprisingly, except:

"The what?" he said, puzzled.

"The Newly Wed Game?" Danny asked. "Old TV show where you competed to see who knew their spouses better."

Danny and Steve would crush it.

Steve nodded, pulling up questions on his phone. "You know, stuff like 'what's their favorite junk food'--Danny's is peppermint patties that he hides in my freezer, 'who is the strangest member of their family you've met'--gonna go with your brother, sorry, and 'their most repeated word or phrase,' which is babe."

Totally normal things to know, okay.

"Okay, we might struggle on 'strangest member of the family you've met,'" Verity pondered. "You're kind of spoiled for choice. And you haven't met Grandma Alice."

"I've heard stories," Liam pointed out. "Though I'm sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. So," he grinned. "What's my 'most repeated word or phrase'?"

"Steve's would be 'It's classified'," Danny replied dryly.

Steve made a face at him. "A lot of my life is!"

Verity looked thoughtful. "This past summer, there was a lot of 'Verity, no!'" she teased. Glancing at Liam, she added, "At this point though, it might be, 'Come see what the mice are up to!'"

Okay, technically it was 'I'm sorry,' because Liam apologized too much for things he had no control over, but she wasn't gonna call out her husband like that.

Which Liam appreciated!

Likewise, he wasn't going to point out that if squirrel-Verity had had her way, she would've ended up swimming in the coffee pot on a regular basis.

"You were very small and I was worried!" he said defensively. Nobody point out that she'd still been like, three times bigger than the mice.

(To be fair, he also worried about the mice.)

"Maybe you should do that game sometime then," Danny said with a snort of laughter. "Or get Liam here to watch the show at least."

And see how well it had not aged at all.

"It's pretty dated," Steve warned.

"Oh yeah," Verity agreed. "I only watched it as a kid because it was on before Supermarket Sweep and The Price is Right on days I was sick and home from school."

All of which was still completely out of Liam’s wheelhouse.

“Those are...” he trailed off, eyes going unfocused for just a moment. “More game shows?”

"Got it in one," Danny said, not letting it be weird. "Though I ended up watchin' more soaps because ma was a stay at home mom."

"I didn't get to watch 'em either," Steve said sympathetically. "No sick days for McGarretts."

That's very healthy!

"...What happened if you were contagious?" Verity asked, frowning.

"Please tell me your parents were at least the 'hospital or school' type," Liam said.

He knew someone whose parents had been like that- and in the name of not wanting to make a fuss, she'd chosen 'school' every time. In retrospect, she'd told him, she totally should've called her father's bluff and made him deal with the fact that he was the guy who brought his kid to the emergency room for a cold.

Danny's expression was tight and thoroughly displeased by the McGarrett family, but held his tongue as he took a sip of wine.

"Oh, definitely if the hospital was needed," Steve said, "but I don't remember being sick during the school year. Mary--my sister--milked it when she didn't feel well."

And like a healthy family dynamic, Steve refused to show weakness and was praised for it.

Danny's silence was practically eloquent.

"My family was more in the 'sometimes even kids need a break and it's better to let them take a day or two occasionally than field a phone call explaining why Verity broke a kid's nose' camp," Verity said lightly. "...Not that such a thing ever happened, mind."

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