Ah, so divinity didn't solve hangovers in Asgard then. Good to know for next time they went out. If there ever was a next time. Last night's hijinks made the likelihood of another excursion drop to 0% on his radar. Not until they got some things hashed out with de Lacy. 

"Now Riki, it's no trouble having you here. It's been a while since I got to spend time with anyone who has as much fun as you do. Except maybe me, and being alone doesn't count towards having a party." Parry took his own seat across from Rikive, scooping up from the egg whites bowl. His little loft kitchen upstairs wasn't as spacious as the downstairs one. But downstairs was reserved almost exclusively for cookies, PB&J, and fruit salads. Still, the granite countertops didn't clash too much with the vintage '50s fridge. "Plus your daddy would have my hide if I didn't watch out for you while in Midgard. He's the only one that could turn me in, so-"

Shut up, shut up, shutup!

Parry had already said enough, pushing the line up until as much as he'd told de Lacy, and de Lacy knew fuck all about Parry and still held his leash.

"Ah, I mean... listen Riki. There's a certain decor to be observed down here. Let's pretend that there's the humans, who we'll call Hanes, and there's people like you and me, who we'll call Gucci. Now between us and the humans, there's other people- shifters, fae, vampires, wizards and witches- who we'll call Nike.

"The Hanes fight each other over whether or not the Gucci exist at all, or whose Gucci is better. I'm not sure how much your daddy told you about Midgard, but it's probably for the best if you keep the knowledge of your ancestry from the Hanes if only to avoid unpleasant incidents. The Nikes know we exist, but they also know how valuable our bloodlines are. A powerful enough Nike could overtake you and use your bloodline to their own end. Similar to last night.

"So it's especially valuable not to reveal your parentage to anyone you meet from now on if you can avoid it. I would suggest telling a little white lie to anyone who asks- that you're one of the Elven folk with a bit of troll blood mixed in to explain the strength you have."

Parry hadn't so much as touched his eggs when his Apple Watch tapped his wrist. That was the thirty minute warning mark.

"For now, Riki, we must gird you for battle. For we must earn our living properly!" Plate of egg whites in one hand and OJ jug in the other, Parry slid out from his chair and sashayed his way into the hallway. 

"I'm going to get properly changed. You need to shower and get ready for our guests. I'll leave your new battle garb on a hanger outside the bathroom door!"

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Parry had to search high and low through his closet for a set of jeans he knew would fit Rikive. His closet came back woefully empty, so he had to check his enchanted diaper bag to find what he was looking for.

The only pair of not-skinny-jeans he owned, a set of Levis, that would probably be a little short in the leg but definitely wide enough to accommodate Rikive's more muscular thighs and waist. No matter what, he would definitely not make her suffer through wearing a skirt or dress (especially since he didn't own one of either that wasn't scandalously short or flamboyantly colored) he left a casual cream colored blouse on the hangar as well, if she preferred it over the red tunic. The tags were still on the blouse, but Parry couldn't help himself. Sometimes a sale was a sale and shit would look good on SOMEBODY someday.

Parry shucked the maid uniform, the gimmick having run its course after seeing the initial shock on Rikive's face, for a more family friendly pair of skinny mom jeans and a button up Gucci shirt. His hair he tied back in the ponytail and then tucked into the neckline of his shirt.

Downstairs, Parry made himself busy putting the playroom in order- rocking horses, play carpets, stuffed animals, puppy toys, all where they needed to be. At 10 to the first of his little angels showing up, he took some time to water the little indoor vegetable garden by the front windows and checked the changing table for enough supplies. Finally, knowing how close it was a full moon tonight, he laid out a few wee-wee pads in the downstairs bathroom.

The front door had a solid knock on it along with rabid scratching noises only a few seconds later. 

Selene Henderson stood on the other side of the door in a bright yellow sun dress and her hair done up in a tight bob. At her feet, three pups fully transformed into their wolf selves already, and from the look of her belly, two more were in the oven and ready to pop. Criscrossed across her chest were two full bags bursting with extra clothes, toys, and pre-cooked ribeye in tupperwear if the smell was any indication.

Behind her, Parry caught the Green family bringing their Fae daughter up the sidewalk, and Lady Geneveve had her own niece witch hoisted on her shoulders- that one was a right terror, powerful in magic with the self-restraint of a three-year-old.

The boys tumbled in and immediately set to a tug of war over a dog toy Parry had laid out on the playroom floor.

"Good morning Parry," Selene said, stepping inside the front door with her prodigious belly and bags. "The boys have been like that all night and I doubt they'll transform back anytime soon. But I brought clothes just in case. Tyler isn't completely housebroken yet, so fair warning."

"Warning received and prepared for," Parry said, helping her unhoist the bags from her shoulders. A loud crash sounded from the playroom as the tug-of-war found its way to the garden. "What time you thinking of picking them up?"

"I'm thinking 3 or so, just after shift ends. And I'll bring an extra pot with me from the hardware section. If it's not me, it'll be Bill around 5."

Parry nodded. "Sounds good to me. I'll wait for one of you two."

Time and pickup established, Selene headed back to her cat while Parry gave the three wolf pups, now covered in dirt, a quick withering glance. They had enough sense to look thoroughly ashamed before Riley pounced on the toy again and the melee started anew.

[i]"Rikive! Your dogs are here."[/i]