As Jax was taking Sophie back to Jules in the dorms, Butch Lyons came back in, unhappy look on his face. Tig noticed Jake Lyons give a silent sigh as he looked at his youngest son. "When do you leave?"

Butch shoved his phone back in his pocket. "Gotta leave in the next thirty minutes or so. That'll get me to Coronado with some time to spare."

At that comment, he watched as Jake's middle son slipped back to the dorms. Probably to let Jules and Red know.

Gem had started to hustle the couple of croweaters that had come back this morning to get started on breakfast clean up. When Annie, a cute, petite blonde reached over him to grab a plate, he stopped her for a sec. "Hey doll, when you get finished helpin' Gem with this, can you do me a favor?"

With mischief in her hazel eyes, she grinned. "Little early for that isn't it Tig?" He knew he liked her for a reason.

He shook his head with a grin, while flippin' off Bobby who was chuckling. "Never, doll." Giving her ass a quick pat. "But, that ain't it. Need you to clean my room for me."

She gave him a sideways look. "That's not a favor Tig, that's a fucking job."

Bobby cackled as he got up to go do whatever he was gonna do. Rolling his eyes, he looked back at Annie. She had a hand on her hip, an eyebrow cocked. He grinned. "What do ya want?"

She thought for a second. "Bottle of Don Julio and enough cash to cover a mani-pedi." Then leaned over. "And I'll even share the Don Julio." Showing her impressive cleavage.

"Deal." Giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, doll. The door's unlocked."

Taking the plates, she gave him a wink before heading to the kitchen.

Taking a last drink of coffee, he glanced over at Clay, who gave him a look. Getting up, he ambled over to where Clay was standing with Jake and Bobby. Jake looked at him, then Clay. And didn't look thrilled. "When Gemma mentioned the shopping, I figured Butch would tag along, be some protection..." Jake shook his head. "We still don't know which end this shit is coming from. All we know is they want what Rip left in that box and the only one who can access it is my..." Jake stopped himself, taking a deep breath. "Jules." Shaking his head. "I don't like the idea of the girls being out and about by themselves. Den can tag along, but he..."

He and Clay nodded. It wasn't that Dennis couldn't and wouldn't protect the girls, he just didn't know the players out here. Both Eric and Butch had their military training to fall back on. Just assume everyone is a threat and go from there. Plus, he had a feeling that Dennis would be too busy being Soph's playmate from everything Rip had told him about the relationship between the two.

Jake looked over at Hap. "What about him?"

He wanted to object right away, for Jax's sake, but knew if he did Jake would dig in. Thank God Bobby was paying the fuck attention. Shaking his head, Bobby fished a smoke out of his cut. "If it's someone out here, sending Hap just lets them know we're aware, they'll skulk back into the background before we get a chance to find out what the fuck is going on."

"Then who do you suggest?" Clay smirked at Bobby, probably thinking what he was, that Bobby was thinking Jax would accompany the outing. So, he was a little thrown at Bobby's answer.

"Tig." Rolling his eyes at the evil eye Jake was giving him. "Look, if it's Tig and Dennis, it's just a family thing." Then gave Jake the evil eye right back. "There's no mistaking Jules for anything other than Tig's kid. Gives us all the cover we need. Whether you like it or not." Then took a step towards the President of the Satan's Sons. "And..." Shit, he needed to be the bigger man. And regardless of well, everything, Jake Lyons was a fellow Devil Dog and that counted for somethin'.

"Think you made your point, Bobby." He put a hand on the shorter man's shoulder. But that was as far as being the bigger man went. He looked at Jake, whose blue eyes had gone ice cold. "But he ain't wrong."

"No, he's not." Butch's voice was behind him. They all turned to see Butch leaning against the pool table. The younger man nodded at his older brother as Eric came back in from the dorms. "How soon are they comin' out?"

Eric shrugged. "Den and Soph will be out as soon as she's dressed." Then grinned. "As for the other two? Could be a minute."

"Then I'll make it quick." Rolling his eyes with a good-natured grin. He knew through Rip that Jules and Butch had what could only be called a 'complicated' relationship. Butch was weirdly possessive of Jules and from what Rip had told him, had been since they were toddlers. Rip said a lot of others, including Jake, saw something else entirely, but Rip felt like it was just something that was so ingrained in the young man, that Butch had no idea how to not be that way. And he knew for the most part Jules was so used to it, she just navigated around it instead of dealing with it.

The good natured grin went away as Butch looked over at Jake. He could see the SEAL peeking out. "Look Pop, I get you think you're doin' what Ma wanted, but I hate to say it, it isn't want Jules wants. And that's what fuckin' matters now." Butch shook his head. "And quite frankly, I'd feel a shit ton better if Trager was watchin' their backs with Den." Then he grinned again. "And go through his trial by fire." Both Eric and Jake started to smile. "Shoppin' with the girls." Butch turned to him with a mega-watt grin in place. "Dude, I'd rather go thru BUD/S again." The door to the dorms opened and Dennis emerged with Sophie in his arms. Butch took one look at the Devil Dog t-shirt that his grand-daughter was wearing, rolled his eyes at Dennis, and looked back at him. "Especially if Manny is gonna be with you."

Everyone kind of chuckled as Dennis grinned at his younger brother. "What?! She chose the t-shirt, not me."

Soph was bouncing in her Uncle's arms, like she was in on the joke. "See Unca Butch?! Puppy!" Holding out her t-shirt.

Butch grinned at all former Recon members. "That's right. Puppy."

He, Eric, Jake, and Happy all looked at each other. Then at Dennis, who shrugged. "So that didn't really go to plan." Then noticed that there had been some slight tension in the air. "Did we interrupt something? 'Cause we can go back and..."

Jake looked at him and gave a look of capitulation. "You and Trager are gonna stay with the girls." The adults in the room could detect the small eye roll, but it went right over the head of their shared grand-daughter. "Go with them when they go shoppin'."

Sophie started to squeal, but Dennis gently put a hand over her mouth. "Inside voice, Princess, inside voice." Obviously waiting for Sophie to nod her agreement, lifting his hand when she did so.

"To get my Princess dress?" He bit on his hand to stifle his laughter at the exaggerated whisper that came out Sophie's mouth. Looking around the room, he was glad to see he wasn't the only one. Dennis only nodded as he laughed outright.

Shaking his head, Jake looked over to Eric. "Go get your sister." Jake's smiled faded some. "Butch has to get moving." The President of the Satan's Sons looked over to Clay. "And so do we. We've got about five hours before we gotta turn him into your cop."

Eric nodded and made his way back to the dorms. While those that were going with Clay and Jake; Bobby and Chibs, along with Jax and Eric, got ready to leave, he settled back into a chair to wait for the girls to be ready to go.

Dennis settled in a chair beside him, looking over with a grin as Sophie climbed down. "Go say bye to Uncle Butch, he's gotta go back to being a superhero." Watching her run off. "So we're on shopping duty then?"

He nodded, trying to look bored by it. "Looks that way."

Dennis rolled his eyes. "Dude, don't even try to front." The young man pulled out a cigarette tin as he watched his younger brother walk outside with Sophie. Getting out a joint, Dennis sparked it, took a hit and handed it over. "You know that you'd rather be doin' this today than kickin' some little Nazi fuck's ass." Dennis waved a hand. "I guarantee Dougie shits himself the second he lays eyes on Eric. Dougie's too stupid to be scared of any of you, but he's got firsthand experience with the bad-ass that is our eldest sibling." Dennis gave a fond grin. "Fuckin' Viking."

He took a small toke as he grinned. "Okay, maybe a little." Taking another small toke. "Although there is something to be said for kicking Nazi ass."

Dennis waved him off again with a lazy grin as the young man snatched the joint from his hand. "Don't fret then, man." Dennis took a hit, held it, grinning on the exhale. "They'll be plenty of douchebags you can make piss themselves." Grinning as Jules walked out from the dorms. "Trust me."

Like Dennis, he had to grin just a little as the SAMCRO crew all kinda stared at his kid for a second. As her father, all he would say is that she cleaned up well. Fuck that, this was his kid, and she was gorgeous and Jax, who had followed her out, looking a little dazed himself, was probably one very lucky young man.

Reaching over, he snatched the joint from Dennis's fingers and took a large hit. Just seemed like the right thing to do. He had a feeling being moderately high was going to be a good way to navigate the rest of the day.