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"Watcha hanging around the door for?" Maggie asked her husband curiously, having fully expected him to move out of the way. With bags held every way possible on her hands and arms she was eager to abandon her post as the human grocery rack. She nudged her way past him, wondering what was...

Maggie had rolled the window down all the way, feeling absolutely overwhelmed by the heat. The sooner she could get inside the better. With a sigh, she cooed in her motherlike tone, "Sorry, sweetie. Maybe you can go swimming with Danny tomorrow. It's just too hot to be out. Do you want to...

Maggie got out of the car, brushing off her skirt. She was quite excited to catch up with her husband's cousin. Moving to the trunk she noticed that Luke was already taking care of her suitcase. Using her free arm to grab a pillow she took her youngest son's hand. He absolutely adored his...

Margaret smiled back at Kale. "You two are welcome anytime," she replied, pulling away and looking sadly back at them; she had come to get used to Kale's Irish accent and Estrella's eccentric behavior, and now, she would miss them.

Margaret and Tommy strolled into the room where Carlisle was waiting, her expression blank while Tommy's world looked like it had been crushed. Upon seeing Kale and Estrella, she pulled the two of them into a warm hug. "You two be good now, you hear?" she asked, her expression serious and warm...

Putting the meat and mushrooms for the fondue away, Margaret sighed, grumbling at witholding tradition, but put a smile on her face nonetheless. She moved into the living room with Carlisle and the rest.

Margaret swore loudly as all of a sudden, the electricity in the house blew out. Immediately, she was thinking of all the fondue pots, and of all the meat that was going to suffer if it wasn't refrigerated. She turned to Estrella. "Does the phone work, dear?" she asked, not believing that her...

"Okay," said Margaret, still not believing it but figuring that she wouldn't press the matter further. "Well, we're going to open gifts tonight, so you three should wash up. Or something to that effect. We're having fondue!" She was cutting up the shrimp for said way of cooking, a family...

"Oh, really?" Margaret exclaimed, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrow, trying to guilt trip the kids into telling the truth, "Is that what really happened, Kale?" she asked sweetly. "Estrella?"

Margaret dismissed the kids as they walked in at first, but then she started as she saw large, black blotches on the eyes of both her Luke and Estrella's boyfriend. She dropped a plate, cracking to the floor. "What in the world happened?" she exclaimed, thinking that this didn't look good.

"No, tomorrow night, though," Margaret explained, "You need to make sure your guest is comfortable. And clean your room, at that. I know you still haven't." With that, she turned and walked out of the room.

"Lucas David," Margaret snapped as she saw her son Luke, from the living room, make a mess on the floor and then leave it, "You better clean that up this instant." Her expression faltered as she saw his distraught expression, and her maternal instincts brought her to his side, her wide blue...

Margaret smiled at Estrella. "He's upstairs in his room. He's been quiet lately, but he should be excited to see you," she replied warmly. "Kale, you'll be staying in Luke's room. He will have something set up for you by later tonight; I can assure you he hasn't done it already." She rolled...

"It's a delight to meet you too, Kale," Margaret replied, smiling and admiring the kid's manners. She wished that Luke was as polite as that. Tommy detached himself from Estrella as quickly as he had from Carlisle, never seeming to make up his mind about who to cling to. He clung to Kale's...

((here's the living room... I know it's small but it'll have to do..))

Margaret smiled warmly at Estrella, walking over to hug her. "I've been fine, dear. I've missed you, too." She smiled warmly as a boy appeared in the fire, and she immediately rushed out to greet him, holding out her hand. "I'm Margaret Bennett," she introduced cordially, "But you can call me...

Margaret sighed; Luke had been having some pretty bad attitude problems lately, and figured that she should have a talk with him about it. Her anxiety, however, was lessened as her younger son Thomas entered the room. "Essy's coming home now?" Tommy shrieked excitedly, not having seen Estrella...

"Estrella and her friend are coming early. Tonight. Now go get your room ready-don't give me that look, Luke, I know you haven't done it- and please be hospitable. And clean up your dirty laundry."

Margaret frowned; she was not liking the sound of it, but she supposed that seeing her niece a day early wouldn't be horrible either. "Just be careful in that- fire," she said, still observing the burning flames in disbelief. The very thought of someone traveling through fire was ludicrous to...

Margaret found Carlisle in the kitchen, raising her eyebrow. She had been setting the table with lilies in one of her favorite vases. "Why? I thought you weren't picking them up until tomorrow."