Plush surroundings

Gunner lowers himself onto the blanket to sit cross-legged as Bree presents the food. "Mm... looks good." Anything other than the food here was great, and whenever Bree brought something, it always seemed even better.

Looking down a moment, he glances back up to her as she comments about a hot meal. "Does... that mean I still get to see you after this?"


Erik gains a smile at Alice's response. "Good. And if you two ever have any questions about what you see or hear about Kip, or anybody else for that matter - just come to me and ask. We're an open family and we don't have secrets."

He goes to open the door. "Now come on in... we got some time to kill before Twila gets back with the movie."

Erik shows them both inside, leading them down the hall and up two grand staircases. Down a plush hallway, he opens a door on the right that was to a very spacious bedroom. It was well-kept, even though it was obvious that it was not used on day-to-day basis. The decor spoke of a woman's touch - elegant, with flower print curtains on the window that overlooked the same garden that had been visible from the sun room.

Erik smiles at Alice. "Welcome to your room. You can put your things wherever you like, and use any drawers or closet space. There's a phone by the bed, and there's an outlet by the desk if you want to plug in your computer. We got wireless internet, so you should be set."

He thumbs next door. "Next one over is where Twila usually sacks out when she's over here, so if you holler in the night, she'll be there. And...." He nods a ways further down the hall. "Kyle's gonna be down here next to Kip. Need anything before supper?"


Mick slowly untacks Remington, cools him down and lets him loose in the back pasture. The day had slipped by and now the sun was starting to set. Most of the chores were already done. So far, he'd been lucky enough not to run into anybody in the barn since he'd returned from his ride.

Eventually, he makes his way to the main house. He had a limp tonight - his bad knee was acting up after a bad night and an all-day ride. He was tired, hungry, sore and miserable. He needed to shave, and he needed a shower.

Getting to the house, he steps up on the porch, but hesitates. He's tempted to knock. This was his house too... but he didn't know what had happened the night before, and he could only guess it wasn't good. He reaches for his head, forgetting he didn't have his hat on like he always did. He didn't know what had happened to it.

Sighing, he finally opens the door and steps inside. It was warm, and smelled of Rosetta's cooking. She must have decided to have supper away from the dining hall tonight. Standing in the entryway, he could hear BJ down the hall in the bathtub, half singing, half talking to his bath toys. It was a happy scene... except for him.

Turning to the kitchen, he sees Rosetta preparing supper. He didn't even know how to approach her. He was so ashamed of himself, he didn't know what to do. Tucking his hands in his pocket, he just leans against the doorway, watching her. He wasn't even sure that she wouldn't tell him to get out.