"You're so good at getting eggs," Remiel commented as Selina pulled the last egg out from the final chicken. "The chickens don't get nasty with you or anything."

"Oh, it takes practice," Selina replied, gently putting the egg in the basket. "Now...do you have the apples?"

"Yes, I do," Remiel nodded. "But I gave one to that nice brown horse you had me meet first. I hope you don't mind, but she looked so hungry."

"That's Cinnamon," Selina said. "She's mine and...yeah, she likes apples very much. You didn't do anything wrong. It's fine."

"Good," Remiel let out a breath as Selina took her hand and they made their way toward the house, looking around and smiling. "It's all so wonderful here. Horses, chickens, a cat...animals everywhere. I especially like the horses. I ride a lot back home."

"Do you?" Selina smiled. "That's nice. I had to fight tooth and nail to be able to ride a horse well. Riding side saddle is freaking ridiculous."

"Oh, I bet!" Remiel agreed. "And in a long skirt too. "I don't know how you managed it."

"Well, I didn't," Selina said with a blush. "I got one of the stable boys to give me an old pair of hs pants that didn't fit anymore and I hemmed them. It wasn't the prettiest, but it did the job."

"Smart," Remiel grinned. "You're very smart."

Selina blushed a little. "Thank you," she said. "You know, no one's ever praised me for that before."

"Well, they should," Remiel replied and put a hand on her back. "It's brilliant."

They got inside and were met with quiet. "I know Ricky's at class," Remiel said. "But where do you think your husband is? I don't think he went out."

"Oh, I'm sure he didn't," Selina agreed. "If it's not his chore day and he hasn't left the house, he mostly stays in his office to read or just be alone."

"It's not because we annoyed him or anything is it?" Remiel asked, horrified by the idea that she might have irritated Elijah Mikaelson.

"No, of course not," Selina shook her head and put a hand on Remiel's back. "Nothing like that. It's just that there are certain times a day where he'd rather not be social. That's just how he is and it's no one's fault."

"Well, good," Remiel breathed a sigh of relief. "I was worried."

"I was a bit thrown off at first too, but it's something you get used to," Selina assured her. "And if you go and knock, he will talk to you. You just need to be the one to make the first move if it's one of those times."

"Good to know," Remiel nodded. "I'll try and remember that."

"On the bright side though, if you're set on being social, my son Adrian and his wife, Eloise, are coming to dinner tonight," Selina continued.

"Oh, good!" Remiel smiled. "Your son has done marvelous work for my brother and Eloise...well, I heard what happened to her, the troubles she went through. Is she going to be all right?"

"Yes, luckily," Selina nodded. "So many things could have gone wrong, but they didn't. It's especially fortunate because she's pregnant like you at the moment."

Remiel's jaw dropped. "You mean, with what happened to her, she was pregnant and someone..." Her eyes narrowed and she growled. "If I could just find that person and..."

"She's being taken care of," Selina assured her. "The person who did it, I mean; No need to worry yourself."

"But I still can't help but feel bad," Remiel replied.

"Yes," Selina sighed. "Eloise is a very sweet woman. Maybe you and she could be friends. You don't want to spend all your time here with me. "

"Maybe I do," Remiel said. "You know, I'm not a very social person. What if I accidentally make her uncomfortable and drive her away?"

"You won't," Selina assured her. "She was raised by my son, remember, and he's not the most social person either. In fact, before she came into his life, he was gonna quit his job, take Rusty, and spend the rest of his life alone in a cave. If she can work with that, I don't think you're gonna freak her out at all." She paused and gave Remiel a wink. "I'm not gonna force you to be around them if you don't want to, but you're certainly welcome. Eloise is an absolute angel. Metaphorically, of course. Not a real one like you. I hope you'll think about it. I'll make appetizers and have them out around six."

"All right, I'll try and remember that," Remiel nodded. "I'll dress in something clean and...do you need help making things? I'd be glad to."

"Sure," Selina said. "Thank you, Remiel."

"That was something else!" Adrian said with a smile as he caught his breath and he and Eloise separated and he zipped his pants. "What a workout! When we get to Mom and Uncle Elijah's, I'm gonna be so hungry!"

"Don't overdo it," Eloise sighed as he got out of the car and then waited while she re-positioned her clothes before helping her to the front seat. "I know you're trying to be nice, but...you don't have to. I can't do sexy stuff well anymore. I'm too fat!"

"No, you're not!" Adrian shook his head and pulled her to him as well as he could. "I loved it!" He smiled and kissed her hair. "I really did...Mama Bear. Just like I love you."

Eloise sighed as he began driving. "Thanks," she sighed. "I suppose." Then she gave him a look, what he said sinking in. "I'm not Baby Bear anymore?"

"No," he grinned and put a hand on her belly. "With these three coming, you've been promoted."

"Good," Eloise smiled. "And...I love you too, Adrian. So much."

"Was it bad for you?" Adrian asked after a minute or so of silence as they just held each other's hands. He was very good at driving one-handed.

"Well, no, but...you deserve better," Eloise sighed. "I feel like you're doing all the giving and I'm doing all the taking."

"You're carrying our three babies!" Adrian reminded her. "I think that gives you license to do all the taking you want. Between them and going back to school, you're far from lazy."

"Well, yeah," Eloise gave him a little smile. "I mean, you're working at Lucifer's again and that takes a lot of effort, but I suppose when you put it like that..."

"There's the smile I like," he said. Then he cleared his throat. "Thanks, you know, for talking to me about this." He paused. "Are you just having sex because I want to?"

"No, I want to also," Eloise replied. "I just...I can't guarantee it's the best it can be at this point...that's all."

Adrian gave her a wink. "Well, I thought it was pretty darn great!"

Eloise blushed. "Thank you." She paused. "So...did your mom happen to mention what she's making for dinner?"

"I think it's chicken tacos," Adrian replied. "She's gonna have all the ingredients set up and we're gonna make our own. I'll do yours if you want. Extra sour cream and cheese?"

"Oh, extra everything!" Eloise proclaimed. "I'm very hungry already!"

"I thought you would say that," Adrian told her with a grin and pulled a bag out of the glove compartment. "So I put some of that trail mix you like in a bag and brought it for you. I know it's not a lot, but I hope it'll at least help a little until dinner time."

"Oh, it's perfect! Thank you!" Eloise replied, grabbing it eagerly and causing the flowers Adrian had bought for Selina to start rolling off her lap toward the floor.

"The flowers!" Adrian cried.

"Right!" Eloise nodded and grabbed them just in time. "Sorry. I'll be more careful."

"It's okay," Adrian told her, then turned on the radio and kept his eyes on the road as she held onto the flower for dear life and munched on trail mix in silence the rest of the way to the ranch.

"You need my hand?" Adrian asked when they finally arrived and he got out of the car.

Eloise poked her head out and looked at the uneven ground. "Yeah, that might be a good idea."

"Or...you know what," Adrian decided. "If you carry the flowers for my mother, I'll carry you!"

"Oh, sure, I-" Eloise began as Adrian gave her the flowers. "Wow, I didn't think you were actually gonna do it."

"Why not?" Adrian asked. "I said I would." He began carrying her to the house, deftly skirting all uneven ground until they got up the stairs and reached the door. Then he put her down. "Easy as pie," he got out.

Eloise put a hand on her small but visible belly. "You won't be saying that for too much longer!"

"Hey, you guys!" Selina smiled and opened the door. "Come in, come in, come in!"

"These are for you!" Eloise got out and handed her the pink roses. "Adrian's idea."

Selina gave her son a very fond look. "Isn't he the sweetest?" Then she ruffled his hair in front of everyone, which made him blush. "Sorry," she said. "I'm just so happy to see both of you, especially after everything. Thanks for the flowers and I'm very glad you're okay!"

"Me too," Eloise nodded. "But I was never worried; I knew Adrian would come rescue me."

Meanwhile, Remiel, who had been eating chips and dip at the kitchen island, saw that Selina was busy with them and, not wanting to disturb what seemed like a happy family reunion, was preparing to sneak away when Selina called her out.

"Remiel, just a minute. Why don't you say 'Hello' Adrian and Eloise before you go?"

"I...I don't want to interrupt things," Remiel replied. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Selina smiled. "Come on over!"

So Remiel put her food down and went to join them. "Nice to see you again, Adrian. Nice to have time talk for more than five minutes. My brother keeps you very busy but you do great work."

"Well, thank you," Adrian smiled. "I appreciate that."

Then she looked at Eloise. "You know, you're very pretty! With your blonde hair and your blue eyes...much prettier than me!"

"Oh, come now, you're beautiful," Eloise told her. "And I'll let you in on a secret: This blonde is from a bottle. I really have dark hair like you. I just changed it so I wouldn't look like my mother in law and freak Adrian out."

This got a small chuckle out of Remiel and, encouraged by this, Elijah discreetly motioned to Adrian. "Why don't you come to my office and help me break in my new bottle of scotch?" He suggested to his nephew. "It might be easier for your mom and Eloise to socialize with Remiel if we're out of the way."

"Sure, okay," Adrian nodded. "Let me just grab some nachos and I'll be right with you."

Once they were gone, Remiel sat in shy silence for several seconds before Selina's phone beeped and she looked down at it, then smiled at Remiel. "Ricky says he'll be back from class soon. It was a big lesson so it ran a little late. He can't wait to see you though!"

This made Remiel feel a little braver, to the point where she didn't try and change seats when Eloise sat with her, and even spoke the first words of their conversation. "I am so sorry for what happened to you. It must've been frightening. You're very brave, I think."

Eloise nodded. "Thank you, but I was only able to be as brave as I was because I knew I was loved and that Adrian would rescue me." She then reached out and touched Remiel's hair. "I really love your hair. What shampoo do you use?"

"Well, I really don't know," Remiel shrugged. "Selina would. I borrow hers."

"Your hair and your eyes...you're beautiful too. Has anyone ever told you that?"

Remiel looked at her in surprise, then dropped her eyes down to her lap. "No," she mumbled. "And it doesn't really surprise me, either. I've never felt beautiful in my life."

"Really?" Eloise questioned. Then she looked at Selina. "Do you believe that?"

"Well, she doesn't really believe in herself," Selina explained.

"If you let me, I could help with that," Eloise got out and took Remiel's hand. "Not that you need a lot of help. I just...I think you need a day to focus on yourself and be around people who know how to make your natural beauty shine through! We could go to a spa and have a massage and have our nails painted, and our hair done..."

"Why would I want to have my nails painted?" Remiel asked, genuinely dumbfounded. "What purpose does that serve?"

"No real purpose," Eloise shrugged. "It's just fun!"

"I don't really understand why," Remiel said. "But if you say so."

"Eloise, did you know that Remiel is pregnant like you?" Selina asked. "She and Ricky are gonna have a baby."

"Wow!" Eloise cried and pulled a surprised Remiel into a tight hug. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks, I guess," Remiel shrugged when she was let go.

"Are you okay?" A concerned Eloise wondered out loud. "What's the matter?"

"Remiel is Steve's daughter from up there," Selina pointed. "So all of this is new to her. You know, relationships and kids and everything."

"Oh, I understand!" Eloise nodded. "It is hard, isn't it? But if...if you need help or moral support or anything, I'd be more than happy to do anything for you that I can, because I think everybody needs a friend."

Remiel nodded and gave her a shy smile. "That sounds very nice. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Eloise replied. "Although, I have to warn you right now that Adrian and I are having triplets, so we'll be busy, but I'll always make time for you. I promise."

"Triplets?" Remiel raised an eyebrow. "What in the world does that mean? Does your baby have hooves or horns or a third eye, or...?"

"No, it just means I'm having three babies instead of one," Eloise clarified.

"Oh..." Remiel's eyes widened and she went pale. "You can have more than one at a time?"

"Oh, yes," Selina nodded. I mean, it's not common, but multiple births happen."

"I don't know how..." Remiel got out as she lowered her shaking body into a chair. "I don't know how I would handle that. I guess I should consider myself lucky that I'm only having one." She paused. "At least I think. Maybe I should make an appointment with that doctor person and have them double check!"

"You're only having one," Selina reassured her. "That's what was in your sonogram picture. No need to rush to the doctor again."

"Right," Remiel took a few deep breaths. "Right, of course."

After that, Selina gave them both orange juice and Eloise asked, "I know this is probably none of my business since we just met, Remiel, but...do you and Ricky like each other?"

Remiel sighed. "I...I don't hate him. And I want to love him so badly some day, like how you love Adrian so much and he loves you. But I just...I don't know if I can. I don't know if it will ever be like that with us."

"Because you don't like him?" Eloise guessed. "You don't hate him but you don't like him either? At least not like they do in songs and romance novels."

"I have no idea," Remiel shook her head, feeling totally confused. "We were attracted to each other, together one night, and then..." she put a hand on her stomach. "Then this happened and we're still trying to figure out how to make things work." She paused. "But the fact that I like falling asleep in his arms...that's a good thing, right?" Then she realized what she let slip, put a hand over her mouth, and blushed bright red.

"You don't have to be embarrassed," Selina told her. "It wasn't wrong for you to do that. In fact, Elijah and I were really happy about it when we found you two literally sleeping together."

"That's so nice!" Eloise exclaimed. "I guess you two do like each other after all!"

Even though they weren't teasing or being mean about it, Remiel still felt somewhat embarrassed by this line of conversation and was very relieved when Ricky arrived home and called out.

"I'm back! I hope I didn't miss dinner! And how's Remiel? Is she all right?"

"I'm fine," Remiel cried. And then, more out of relief than anything else, she ran to him as he came through the door and shut it behind him. "I'm so glad to see you!"

Soon after that, Adrian and Elijah came back to the kitchen, and Ricky said 'Hello' to them and everyone else before getting close to Remiel and softly kissing each one of her cheeks. "How's Mom feeling today?" He asked with a smile.

Remiel blushed. "I'm okay. I helped your mother around the farm and we picked apples and gathered eggs, and took care of the horses..." As she talked, everyone else in the room seemed to disappear for Ricky, and it was just the two of them in their own little world.

Everyone else couldn't help but eavesdrop, while grinning at each other.

"Look at them," Elijah pulled Selina close and smiled. "Isn't it nice?"

"Yeah," Selina winked. "It really is."

Meanwhile, Adrian was whispering to Eloise. "Is it just me, or are those two actually crazy about each other?"

"I don't think it's just you," Eloise agreed. "I see it too. But when those two will admit to it...that's another story entirely."

It took a little bit of time, but eventually Ricky and Remiel separated and turned to face the rest of the group. "Sorry about that," Ricky got out. "Sorry to keep everyone waiting even more. Is it time for dinner?"

"Yep," Selina smiled. "Now that you're here, it's time for dinner."

As he sketched, Ricky thought he heard a noise. He looked up and, there, standing between the open barn doors and bathed by the sunset, was Remiel, looking exactly like a...well, exactly what she was. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating and said, "Remiel, is that you? You left dinner too?"

She shrugged and made her way further into the barn. "I just...I wanted to give Adrian and Eloise some alone time with Selina and Elijah. I felt like I was in the way before."

"That's nice of you," he said, then went back to sketching.

When she was standing in front of him, she stopped and began hopping nervously from foot to foot. This made Ricky smile. "Are you okay?" He asked. "You can sit if you want. You don't have to stand forever."

"Oh, well, thank you," Remiel said. "I just...i see you're busy and I didn't mean to disturb."

"You're not," he assured her. "Please sit." He winked. "Preferably very close to me."

She grinned shyly, sitting close and leaning in when he put his arm around her. "It's...very calm out here now, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes," Ricky nodded. "I sketch out here a lot after a long day. That's why. The quiet and the calm, I mean. Nice after a long day at class."

"I understand," Remiel agreed. "I really do."

Then Ricky put a hand on her arm, making her turn and look him in the eye before he asked, "So, are you happy here? I know it wasn't your idea to come and it's never nice to be forced to do things."

"Define 'happy' for me before I answer the question."

"All right," Ricky nodded. "How about...'being able to take a deep breath, relax, and just be yourself'?"

With a nod and a grin, Remiel replied, "If you look at it that way, yes, I'm very happy here. It's nice to just be able to...get up in the morning, take a deep breath, go outside and enjoy myself...even though some would say that helping out around a farm is work, I like it. It gives me purpose."

"Good to know," Ricky replied and smiled back. Then he went back to his sketching and Remiel moved even closer to try and get a look. "What are you drawing? Show me!" Then she realized how pushy she sounded and, blushing, moved back. "Sorry, never mind. You don't have to show me. It's none of my business."

"You," Ricky muttered.

"I know, I know, I'm bossy and pushy and never know what to say and-"

"No!" Ricky cried and gently grabbed her arm. "I mean, I'm sketching you! And doing very well if I do say so myself. Have a look. I don't need it to be a secret."

"No, you're not sketching me," Remiel got out and gave a small chuckle. "It's a good joke but you can stop being funny now."

"It's not a joke!" Ricky tried to convince her. "I really am sketching you."

Remiel scoffed. "I don't know why. People should only sketch beautiful things and...I'm not beautiful. This face of mine would just taint perfectly good paper."

Ricky scoffed. "Oh, for your dad's sake! Have a look!"

He showed her the picture and Remiel's jaw dropped. Even though it was a sketch, she looked very good. Like a woman from a Renaissance painting or something. Beautiful, mysterious.

"You...you see me like that? How?"

"It's...hard to explain, but...I do."

Remiel, feeling very stubborn, shook her head. "That can't be me! You have to have been using someone else as a model! You're too smart to waste all your talent on me."

Ricky growled in frustration and grabbed her chin. "You know, it's you whether you believe it is or not. Because I think you're kind and loving and beautiful and if anyone deserved to be immortalized in a picture, it's you. And that's all there is to it. Believe it or not, it doesn't matter, because the truth is the truth."

She stared at him in silence for a few seconds, then growled in frustration, her hand balling into a fist. Ricky saw it and grabbed it, pulled her close to him, and kissed her instead. At first, he only meant to do it quickly to distract her. Then he realized that he liked it, and the kiss deepened and got longer. But as he felt his hand slip under her shirt, he gently pushed her away, creating distance between them as he apologized profusely.

"I'm sorry. I'm...I'm very sorry. The things a guy will do not to be hit." He ran his fingers through his hair. "You can go now. You can even tell my mother what I did. I deserve that."

Catching her breath, Remiel nodded. "Yes, I suppose I could," she said, turning on her heel and heading for the barn door. Then, just as she reached it, she turned around, sprinted back, and pounced on Ricky, who had been preparing to follow her out and face the music. Instead, he found himself sitting down again as she straddled him and began kissing him wildly, not even taking a breath between kisses for some time, their hands roaming all over each other.

When they finally had to pull apart, Ricky let his eyes stray downward and he bit his lip on a smile. "You know, I think your breasts are getting bigger," he remarked.

Remiel looked down. "Is that why none of my shirts fit the same anymore? I suppose things are changing in my body, but they would have to to accomodate a child, wouldn't they? This is normal, right?"

"Yeah, sure," Ricky nodded, his eyes not moving at all. "Of course it is. Don't worry about it."

Remiel sighed and rolled her eyes, putting her hand under his chin and bringing his eyes up. "You're no help at all, but I suppose I can say you're a good kisser."

"You don't seem sure," Ricky remarked, his lips curving. "Would you like me to provide you with more evidence?"

"Yes," Remiel nodded. "I definitely need more evidence!"

They began making out again, and of course it got hot and heavy to the point where there was unbuttoning of clothes, at least until the noise of a throat clearing caused them to separate.

"Sorry!" Ricky apologized automatically, assuming the person was one of his grandparents as he and Remiel struggled to separate. "We thought we were being discreet, but..."

"Oh, would you relax?" Adrian asked. "It's just me and Eloise come to tell you that we're heading out and goodnight."

"Dinner's over?" Ricky asked in surprise. "We must've been out here for ages! Is anyone looking for us?"

"Oh, no, we all figured this is where you two had run off to," Adrian said. "The making out was a surprise though. Or maybe not." They began making their way out of the barn as an embarrassed Ricky and Remiel righted their clothes and had to hear Adrian remark to Eloise in a loud whisper, "I told you they were in here. And I knew they would be making out. They're crazy about each other!"

As Katherine finished setting the table, a man in dark slacks and a blue sweater over a white button-down shirt came into the kitchen, the glasses he wore falling down his nose for a few seconds before he finally pushed them up.

"Well, that's a new look," Katherine remarked. "I like it."

Oliver smiled. "There's a reason for it that I'll tell you later. But first, I just want to thank you for hosting this dinner for my son and Miss Morningstar. It's always a bit awkward to have your girlfriend meet the family, at least one on one, I suppose, so I want to make it as easy as possible."

"Are they really dating?" Katherine asked.

Oliver shrugged. "I really have no idea anymore, but just in case, what does it hurt?"

"And even if they aren't, this dinner will be a good opportunity for you and your son to put your huge egos aside and connect better," Katherine added.

He rolled his eyes at her. "Huge egos? I don't know what you're talking about. At least in my case. But I can see it in him, certainly."

"Well, he had to get it from somewhere, and since I never knew his mother, I'm just gonna assume that it came from you," Katherine decided. "You have one of the biggest egos I ever saw! Not to mention the fact that you're both so stubborn!"

Not wanting to continue with this line of conversation, Oliver quickly changed the subject. "Don't you want to know about why I'm dressed like this? Why I'm wearing glasses?"

"Well, I can make a few guesses," Katherine said. "Any of them involving sex?"

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Not at the moment but I'll make sure to note that that interests you in case we want to be initmate in the future." He paused. "But the real reason is that I've been hired to teach at the school for supernatural children. Tell them all about technology. What do you think?"

"Well, I'm proud of you, of course, but at the same time, I have to wonder why Astrid would hire you when, as a former robot or alien or whatever the heck you were, she has every reason to think you're up to something shifty still."

"And that's probably exactly why she did it," Oliver told her. "To keep an eye on me in case I'm still bad and evil and shifty." He winked.

"Well, I'm not saying you are," Katherine assured him. "I just..."

"Don't worry, I'm not offended," Oliver assured her. "I think she wants to keep an eye on me, have the students be in the know about technology stuff, and...I think she sort of wants to apologize too, because what happened wasn't really my fault, but I got sucked into it."

Katherine nodded. "That seems fair to me."

He cleared his throat. "And now that I have a job, there's something else I've decided: Since I have a way to support myself now, I'm going to find a place of my own. I've abused your hospitality long enough." He expected her to be relieved to hear this, but to his surprise, he'd completely misread the situation.

She slammed a plate down on the table, not hard enough to break it, but hard enough that he knew he'd said something wrong.

"Katherine, are you all right?"

She looked up, a smile on her face. "Of course I'm all right," she said through her teeth. "Why wouldn't I be? Good for you." But she continued to slam down the other plates too, which made him flinch.

Then, he let out a breath as they heard the honk of a horn. "That must be my son and Miss Morningstar," he said and ran to the door. "Perfect timing."

Meanwhile, as his son put the car in park in the driveway, he frowned at Lily Eleanor. "Why are we here again?" He huffed.

"So you can improve your relationship with your father," Lily Eleanor said for what seemed like the five millionth time.

"Why?" He cried. "I don't even like him!"

"Well, can't you put it aside for one meal?" Lily-Eleanor asked. "Maybe if you gave him a chance, you'd find you have things in common!"

"I don't see why all this is any of your business," He told her. "Why did you even come?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have," Lily-Eleanor pointed out. "And don't you get huffy with me. I can't believe that I'm the only person in your corner right now and this is the thanks I get."

"No, you don't understand!" He tried to tell her. "I just...you deserve more than to be dragged in all this between Optimus and me. No one who cared about anyone would drag their loved ones into crap like this."

"You know your father's name is Oliver," Lily-Eleanor reminded him, unmoved.

"Whatever," He threw up his hands. "Do you think I care?"

"Well, you obviously don't care about how you look," Lily-Eleanor pointed out. "It's not even a relative of mine that we're meeting and I dressed up." She looked pointedly at his shirt and jeans, which were both dirty. "Why couldn't you?"

"You do look very nice," He remarked. "Red suits you."

"What a surprise, you finally noticed that I exist!" Lily-Eleanor cried.

"Oh, believe me, I do know that," He assured her.

"Could have fooled me lately," Lily-Eleanor shot back. "How about you prove it?"

"Okay," He replied, taking her chin in his hand so that he was looking her right in the eye. "When your long, silky red hair brushes your breasts, my heart always feels like it's going to jump out of my chest. I know I should probably tell you this more often, but you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." He then kissed her gently on the lips and got out of the car to head up to the house, leaving her shocked in the backseat.

Eventually, they settled in for dinner and if they thought it was going to be a nice, friendly meal they were in for a surprise. Katherine wore a constant frown and hardly said a word. When Oliver asked her to pass him something, she wouldn't even pick it up to hand it to him. She'd just push it across the table, and she pushed the gravy boat with such force that when it slid across the table, it didn't stop til it had all spilled in Oliver's lap.

"Damn," He whispered. "I guess I'm not the only one who doesn't like my father today."

"Yeah," Lily-Eleanor nodded. "I guess." Then she eyed Katherine while Oliver tried to wipe up the mess. "Are you okay, Katherine?"

"Oh, yes," Katherine nodded. "Did the two of you know that Oliver here wants to get his own place? Although since he can't even catch a damn gravy boat, I have no idea how he'll survive in the world."

"No, sorry," He told her. "I haven't heard that. He and I don't talk very much."

"Katherine," Oiver said in a warning tone. "Let's keep our business to ourselves, shall we?"

"It's clearly what you'd prefer since your son didn't know anything about your plans either!" Katherine raged. "Isn't that funny?" She then went and grabbed some coffee, which, just for the sake of presentation, she'd prepared in a pot. That was slammed down on the table too, just like everything else had been. "Anyone want this, go ahead and take it."

"This was a recent decision," Oliver tried to excuse himself. "So it's no wonder that I've not told a lot of people."

"Well, you could have at least consulted me," Katherine said. "That would have been polite."

"Why?" Oliver asked. "Why should I have to consult you. It's not like you're my wife or anything."

"Oh, no," Katherine shook her head. "I'm just the woman who took you in and has clothed you and fed you ever since I found you lost and naked behind that dumpster!"

"I'm just trying to relieve you of a burden," Oliver reasoned with her. "And it's my life, so you have no right stick your nose in it. Let me do what I want!" He then let out a cry as she threw a glass of water in his face.

"Excuse me everyone, but I've had enough," she said. "So you'll have to enjoy the rest of dinner without me." She strode off and Lily Eleanor cleared her throat.

"I think...I think I'll go too," she said. "But not forever. I'll come back." She strode off and once she was gone, He handed Oliver a napkin.

"That was rough," he got out.

"It could have been worse," Oliver told him and gladly accepted it. "I don't understand women at all; that was one way being a robot was easier."

"Tell me about it," He said. Then they froze and looked at each other.

"Did...did we just agree on something?" Oliver asked.

"Yes," He replied. "I think we did."