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ᴡʜᴏ: Boyd Langton, Topher Brink, and Gretel
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: Boyd's Penthouse
ᴡʜᴇɴ: Forward dated to July 6th, Evening
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: None
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Boyd has dinner with his ward and his best man-friend.
ғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ: Prose unless we get sick of it.

Boyd slowly walked around the his dinning room table, making sure everything was prepared. Not that there was a lot for him to inspect. There were only three places at the table and they were all set close together like a family dinner. Which it was in a way. At least he hoped it would end as such. He still wasn't sure how Topher was going to react to the news that he was Gretel's guardian. He didn't want Topher to think he had tried to replace him while he was gone, even if in part that might be a little bit true.

Only a little bit though. The two of them couldn't be more different. Topher devoted to science, Gretel to magic. One nervous, one calm.

Now that he really thought about it this dinner would either be the smoothest he'd ever hosted, or a complete disaster. He'd just have to wait and see, doing his best to play referee if it turned for the worst. Now where had he put that scotch?

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Gretel snorts and the sass she had been trying to hold back comes forth. "Geez! My brother acts less like a sulky kid and he just reached double digits," she crosses her arms and resists rolling her eyes. "Besides I'm not moving anywhere."

Edited 2012-08-03 20:56 (UTC)

"Topher! I am not replacing you!" Boyd stood up as he shouted. "And Gretel don't antagonize him. Maybe this situation isn't ideal from either of your points of view and I'm willing to smooth things over where I can, but I am not changing my mind on some things. Gretel needs the protection and the responsibility of Rossum and you Topher, need someone to help you, especially in areas you have no knowledge about. Like magic."

Boyd took a deep breath and lowered his voice. "I have to look at the big picture at the what ifs. It's not pleasant and I wish I didn't have to, but I'm the only one that can. Sometimes it means I have to make decisions you both won't understand at the time. You will both have to trust me though that I am doing it to try and keep you safe."

And that was the really worry, wasn't it? Boyd's seemingly sudden attachment to this strange kid was a bit too much for Topher. Topher who was alone aside from Boyd. Topher who couldn't imagine being left to fend for himself and the company without Boyd. He didn't want the help of some kid; he wanted Boyd to promise not to leave.

Still refusing to sit, he gripped the back of his chair. "You need to reread your sci-fi Boyd because everyone knows magic and tech don't mix." He sighed and moved to sit. "And I do trust you, I don't know if I can trust this -- whatever this is."

She bristled under the reprimand and clenched her jeans in her hands under the table. She glared weakly at Topher from the corner of her eye, keeping her head turned down.

"Trust has to be earned, right?" Gretel replied quietly. "I don't totally like it either, but Mr. Boyd thinks it'll work out. So I'll give it a chance. You could at least try it and see if it's going to be worth it."

Boyd approved of Gretel's attitude, but he didn't let it show on his face. He needed them both to be a bit worried right now if he was to get this back on track. "We don't know that magic and tech won't mix and even if they don't having access to both is important. Especially here where we never know what we might have to deal with."

"Gretel is right though, you don't have a reason to trust each other, not yet. That's why I want you to get to know each and to help each other. So please for me would you try? I'm not expecting miracles just some effort. So sit down and we'll eat and we'll talk about anything, but the business, alright?"