Cal seemed to be collecting himself as they got into the car. Turning the
key, he took a deep breath and finally forced out, grimacing, "So, how are
things with Hunter."
Morgan touched his arm lightly, "Relax, he's just as unpleasant as I remember."
She felt Cal tense up as they pulled out, "As you remember?"
Morgan nodded, bewildered, "Is something wrong?"
Cal tried to look calmer, but tension was coming off him in waves, "No, no problem."
Morgan tried to pry into his subconscious, but he blocked her probes and she eventually sat back in her seat, surveying the scenery as it passed by.
"Where are we meeting Father?" Morgan asked after a suffocatingly uncomfortable silence.
Cal looked at her swiftly, "Father?"
Morgan nodded, "It was something Killan said to me."
Cal looked visibly calmer and more relieved than he had been the whole trip, "A tea shop."
Morgan snorted, "What is with all the tea?"
Cal shrugged, turning onto a narrow street in a small picturesque town, "Foreigners?"
"Your mom offered me tea, too," Morgan reminded him.
Cal looked pained for a moment, "She wasn't from here either." Then he smirked and continued impishly, "That and tea carries more magical properties than Diet Coke."
Morgan stuck out her tongue, feigning indignation, "I beg to differ. Diet Coke can fight the greatest evil of all – "she paused dramatically "– morning blues."
Cal looked at her for a second before returning his gaze to the road, "Morning blues?"
She shrugged defensively, "It was the best I could come up with on short notice."
Cal chuckled quietly and pulled into a parking space in front of a small tea shop with the windows mysteriously draped in what appeared to be purple velvet.
Cal held the door open for her so she could step into the dimly lit store. As she took in the heavily scented air, Cal guided her by the elbow to a table in the back where Ciaran and Killan were sitting.
Morgan touched his arm lightly, "Relax, he's just as unpleasant as I remember."
She felt Cal tense up as they pulled out, "As you remember?"
Morgan nodded, bewildered, "Is something wrong?"
Cal tried to look calmer, but tension was coming off him in waves, "No, no problem."
Morgan tried to pry into his subconscious, but he blocked her probes and she eventually sat back in her seat, surveying the scenery as it passed by.
"Where are we meeting Father?" Morgan asked after a suffocatingly uncomfortable silence.
Cal looked at her swiftly, "Father?"
Morgan nodded, "It was something Killan said to me."
Cal looked visibly calmer and more relieved than he had been the whole trip, "A tea shop."
Morgan snorted, "What is with all the tea?"
Cal shrugged, turning onto a narrow street in a small picturesque town, "Foreigners?"
"Your mom offered me tea, too," Morgan reminded him.
Cal looked pained for a moment, "She wasn't from here either." Then he smirked and continued impishly, "That and tea carries more magical properties than Diet Coke."
Morgan stuck out her tongue, feigning indignation, "I beg to differ. Diet Coke can fight the greatest evil of all – "she paused dramatically "– morning blues."
Cal looked at her for a second before returning his gaze to the road, "Morning blues?"
She shrugged defensively, "It was the best I could come up with on short notice."
Cal chuckled quietly and pulled into a parking space in front of a small tea shop with the windows mysteriously draped in what appeared to be purple velvet.
Cal held the door open for her so she could step into the dimly lit store. As she took in the heavily scented air, Cal guided her by the elbow to a table in the back where Ciaran and Killan were sitting.