"Welcome to where I live." LP introduced to David.
David looked shocked, but in awe.
"Ah, you're back!" Frank called from the top of the stairs in his dragon robe and his hair up in the pink curlers.
"Daddy!" LP called once she saw him.
David looked shocked. Sarah-Anne was asleep. Riff took Magenta somewhere to sit down. Magenta was still suffering a bit. Riff sat down with her.
Frank came down the stairs and hugged his daughter, then glanced to David. "Who are you...?"
Frank took his hand and shook it, not kissing it since the boy was clearly not a lady. "Interesting... Your friend is cute, Little Precious."
LP blushed. "Yeah, he's nice, Daddy..."
David gave a respectful smile.
"Where did you come from?" Frank asked the boy.
"The Mall." LP stood on her tip-toes.
David nodded. "My mother did something awful and I didn't want to go back with her." he said.
"Interesting..." Frank felt like that was like when he picked up Sarah-Anne for the first time and she became his minion. "Well, would you like to stay for the night?"
LP went to put her new reindeer teddy in her room with the other stuffed animals and realized how lonely her bedroom now seemed.
Magenta was still suffering a bit. Riff sat down with her. Magenta felt like all hope was lost as she made herself emotionally sick. Janet decided to go to Brad. Riff hummed quietly.
"Vhat if they are torturing her?" Magenta sniffled.
"Then we will reek havoc upon them." Riff said.
Magenta shook her fists, still crying, but looked angry now. "I vill not rest unless I see my child again!"
Riff frowned a little, she needed to rest. Magenta sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut and holding her knees. Riff hugged her. Magenta started crying a bit more. Riff hushed her gently. Magenta sniffled, clinging to him. Riff soothed her. Magenta still cried, but was slowly falling asleep. Riff rocked her gently.
"Only with your permission, sir." David said.
"I don't mind, I love having visitors here." Frank smiled at the boy, glad that he wasn't all that strung out by the way he looked.
David smiled.
"You look a bit older than my little baby girl, are you still under 13?" Frank asked cautiously about his daughter befriending an older boy.
"Yes, sir, I'm 12, almost 13." he said.
"Something about you reminds me of myself when I was your age," Frank smiled. "Well... You can stay, but no getting 'fresh' with my little monkey."
David promised.
Frank smiled. "Are you hungry? We all yet to have the evening meal."
"Famished, sir." he said.
Frank nodded, then went to Riff Raff and Magenta. "Ah, when you're done sulking, perhaps you could whip us all up something to eat?"
Magenta wasn't awake, but her eyebrows furrowed as she heard what her master said, even though she was in grief.
Riff offered Frank a look that would freeze a man. "Insensitive." he growled.
Frank stepped back. "Well, how else are we going to feed my child and our guest?"
Riff looked, still giving that glare. "Order in... our daughter has bern taken away." he growled.
"Yeah, but why should that stop you from cooking meals?" Frank asked, a bit uncaring.
Magenta's eyes shot open. She then stormed to Frank, grabbed him tight and threw him out of the room, knocking over some important vases and items, smashing and crashing them.
"Right... Order in... Why didn't I think of that?" Frank chuckled sheepishly.
Riff came to hold Magenta again. Magenta sniffled, cuddling up closer to Riff, returning to him. Riff led her back to the seats. Magenta sniffled, cuddling against him. Riff held her to him.
"Daddy, we're hungry..." LP whined.
"Sorry sweetie, but Aunt Magenta's in a bit of stress and Sarah-Anne's asleep..." Frank forced himself up.
Sarah-Anne looked sleepy, standing at the top of the stairs.
Frank looked up to see Sarah-Anne as he stood with LP and David. "Oh, dear, did we wake you up?"
LP smiled as she saw Sarah-Anne.
"The baby wanted me up." she yawned.
"Do you know any places we could go to eat, we used to go to my Uncle Eddie's pizza place." LP said to David.
"Oh, you poor thing, can you walk around?" Frank asked, wondering if he should get the food brought to the castle and not to walk around, wait for food, and then bring it back.
"There is a good place you can call and they will deliver." David smiled.
Sarah-Anne yawned. "I can cook..." she mumbled.
Frank hummed, then looked at the kids. "Would you kids like take-out or have Sarah-Anne cook?"
LP felt torn between those two options. "Maybe both?" she shrugged.
"I don't mind." David said sweetly.
Frank went to help Sarah-Anne a bit.
"She makes great pasta." LP smiled.
David smiled. Sarah-Anne smiled at the man she loved.
"Could you make some of that pasta, do you think?" Frank asked his love sweetly.
Sarah-Anne nodded, pecking his lips with hers.
