“Thanks Kiel.” The twin's voices resonate in unison as each clings to him and smiles. The priest rolls his eyes but keeps an eye on the man who had been getting a bit rough with the girls. The tall man stalks off, shouting about how 'It just wasn't worth the trouble' and 'he can find cheaper tail'. As soon as he's out of sight Kiel gives the girls a hard look and they both simply giggle back at him. 

“One of these days. . .” he starts, however they both lean up to kiss him on the cheeks.

As they drop back on to their heels, still clutching his arms they say together, “you're gonna end up in a hard trick and I'll be the one carving your grave stones.” They giggle again and the priest can not help but smile back for a moment.

“We know Kiel.” The one on his left chimes.

“But hey, at least we'll have someone at our funerals now. Right sis?” the other adds. The one on his left nods and they both give him a squeeze before moving off to continue working their beat. 

With a sigh Kiel scoops up his shopping bag and continues towards the church. The rest of the day had been a bust. [i]'No one seems to know anything about this new gang. I really hope my contacts can find m some leads soon. Zach needs time to heal, but if the gang gets a hold of anyone else. . .'[/i] He shakes his head, chewing his lip lightly. As he passes through the archway leading on to the church grounds he heads straight inside. A couple of the regulars are cleaning the front hall and wave at him as he passes. [i]'I almost forgot it was cleaning day. They are so good to volunteer. I hope some of my kids will try it again this year'[/i] 

Making his way down the stairs to the basement he takes in a deep breath and smiles at the smell coming from the kitchen. As he slips inside the cook and her assistants give him smiles. The head cook wanders over, tasting the food as she passes and ends up standing in front of Kiel. He gives he a happy look, but her eyes go to the bag in his hand. When she looks back up with an eyebrow raised he holds up his hands in the 'Don't shoot me' position. “It's just something my guest asked for. Don't worry, I'm not trying to step on your toes sister.”

Sister Caroline has only been the cook for the parish for six years, but she has become fiercely protective of what she refers to 'Her turf' and doesn't even let anyone so much as use the microwave without telling her first. She rolls her eyes and behind her Mrs. Henasi chuckles good-naturedly. “Good, because it's too late for me to be taking requests Kiel.”

[i]'No one really calls me father around here'[/i] he muses, giving the sister a pat on the arm. [i]'I suppose my age doesn't help that'[/i] “So, Sister, would you be able to set me up with two plates? I'm sure my guest is hungry, and I know I am.”

She raises an eyebrow at him again. “Oh, so you actually WANT my cooking now. I thought you were all into cooking for yourself now.”

Mrs. Henasi makes a tutting sounds. “Now dear, don't pick on the poor dear. He just wanted to learn a new skill! Isn't that right Kiel?” The young priest nods vigorously and Caroline just snorts as she turns away. Mrs. Henasi gives him a wink as the younger woman stalks around the kitchen preparing what Kiel asked for.