Lucien: Please do not to be calling me "Kitten" And yes, even with the front of couch.
Valen: And guys, we've got another problem too.
Davan: Why would Emi put a bunch of men, and a kitty cat, in charge of furniture arranging?
Lucien: (quietly) grrrrr
Valen: Dunno, they were just here. Maybe from some gathering before? We just stacked them, but I don't know if we're supposed to use them or not.
Davan: Yeah, if underfoot and screeching is "cute and helpful".
Ullrich: (deep breath) Well, it's okay, Lucien. Her mom needed to get her over to where they're taking the "tiny" portrait, anyway.
Davan: Yeah, your mom likes little girls.
Lucien: How is it you are to be knowing my mother?
Davan: (snort) You are one stupid kitten, Kitten.
Ullrich: Davan, enough.
Davan: Whatever. Anyway, we finished the floor, and the couch moved while you were playing Daddy. I don't know what else we needed to do. I think there might be more chairs under the table, though.Ullrich: Okay... I'll head down and look for the other furniture...
Emi: Thanks Valen! I come with more help for you guys! Eww. These chairs are filthy!
Emi: Anyway, this is Rowan. He just arrived from Canada.
Valen: Hey Rowan, welcome to the Treehouse.
Davan: Yeah, more like the Funny Farm.
Emi: Lucien, would you be a dear and run down to the basement and tell Kaia and Giselle that it's time for them to come up? We'll start gathering everyone for the "tall kids" portrait in about half an hour or so.
Lucien: I would be honored, Lady Emi.
Davan: (snicker) Nice one, Kitten. Freakin' suck up.