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The next visitors were Idris and Gene, Idris arriving in full gangster mode, complete with black leather kanga hat and cane.

He swept into the house and called for his lovely, smiling as Babbit ran happily for a hug.

Gene followed with a bag in his hand that he held out nervously, "Uncle Idi and I thought you might like this, for a bit of silly."

Babbit peeked into the bag and squealed as he reached in, pulling out a feather boa that was white with pink tinges.

"Perfect!" Babbit said, "It will match my ballerina outfit perfectly Darlings!"

"What?" Gene said with confusion.

"He's playing with you" Ianto laughed, "He does not have a tutu."

"Tutu!" Babbit said, slapping his face, "That's the word. Wait until I tell Uncle Owen."

He walked off laughing evilly and Gene turned to Ianto, "Is this a game to him?"

"No, he is Babbit" Ianto said, bristling slightly, "Of course he will find the humor in something upsetting everyone."

"Sorry, it's just … this is a step up" Gene sat next to Idris who had found Ton and was ticking him.

"John ... well. He's always been flamboyant. Apparently it's in his family, so … what's the big deal? Babs is Babs. He already wears Bethy's clothes, already demands we call him Babs. He's been out for a while; he just didn't know how to identify himself. Now he knows."

"His hair … he looks lovely" Idris said and Babbit preened from the doorway.

"Am I still pretty?" he demanded as he rushed to lean in Idris's knees, "Am I?"

"Yes darling" Idris smiled, "You are so sweet and cute that I might have to marry you."

You are already married and I have Bethy" Babs grinned, "But thanks for the offer. Also, you are a bit old. Even if you do have pretty skin like Walter."

"Thank you" Idris giggled.

"You can be a spare, OK?" Babbit said grandly, "If my beloved can't be a good wife, you can have a couple of the kids or something."

Ianto started to laugh as Idris turned to look at him for explanation.

"Babs and Bethy are going to get married and have lots of children." Ianto informed him, "They will all be pretty, smart and funny."

"And they will all be bloody pirates I think" Babbit frowned, "Good thing my Bethy knows about those."

"I will love to help with the many children" Idris told him gently, "I will teach them to drive and how to cook my famous chicken curry and I will even show them how to wear quality kit."

Babbit smiled angelically as he patted Idris's hand, "You are so clever. And always so prettily dressed. I will depreciate your help in the matter."

Gene mouthed the mangled word at Ianto with glee and Ianto shrugged.

"Anyone want cake?" Ianto asked as he rose.

"CAKE" Ton agreed, racing ahead of Ianto to show him where it was, in case he had forgotten.

He made happy noises as Ianto opened the cupboard and lifted the cake down. A knife was retrieved and then the cake was carried out, Ton dancing under it like a puppy begging for a bone.

Ianto went back for plates and Ton made growling noises as he circled the table, his hand making grabby motions as he waited for Ianto to return with plates.

Ianto cut a slice and placed it on a plastic plate then held it out.

Ton grabbed the plate and paused, then looked up lovingly at Ianto, "Fank oo Tada."

He then rushed to sit and take a handful of cake to his mouth, humming with delight.

"Well, there is a man who knows the score!" Gene smiled.

"Pirate" Babbit whispered, "My baby brother. Just another pirate."

Everyone agreed, they were all pirates here.