We all move to the kitchen, and I help Emily put the food out on the kitchen island. She’s also brought paper plates and hot water urns for coffee.
Sly kisses her cheek. “Thanks for this, Emily.”
“You’re very welcome, dear. I bet you can’t wait until the front door closes tonight and you spend your first night in your new home.”
“We really can’t. It’s been a long time since we had somewhere we could properly call home.”
“It will be good knowing if we don’t want to go out, we don’t have to,” Enoch says, eating another sausage.
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that as well. Fancy coming to Sunday lunch next week?” I ask.
“That will be lovely, thank you, Ebby,” Emily says, drinking her coffee.
We get yeses from everyone else.
“Lunch will be at one,” Sly adds.
“We’ll be here, thanks,” Titus says, saluting us with his mug.
Justice puts his empty plate down. “It’s my weekend to work, but I’ll drop in if I can.”
“If you can’t make it, we’ll send you a plate home,” I tell him.
“Thanks.”
We finish lunch and get back to unpacking, which goes much faster using magic, well, it would, but we keep messing around.
I’m in the master suite with Justice. He clicks his fingers and I laugh as our clothes are hanging in mid-air in the bedroom and our bed is set up in the large walk-in wardrobe.
“I can’t believe the size of your wardrobe,” he says, shaking his head.
“I know, we have our own shopping mall. We won’t even fill half of this with the amount of clothes we have.”
I hear a whistle from behind and see Titus standing behind us, gazing in wonder at our walk-in wardrobe.
“This is literally my dream wardrobe.”
Justice and I laugh.
“You could probably fill it with just your suits alone,” Justice says, grinning.
“I really could. Not sure I’d want my bed in there though.”
We laugh again, and I click my fingers, and now the bed is where it should be and our clothes are in their proper place, and yep, we don’t even fill half of it.
“And now you have space to buy more clothes,” Titus says.
“Yeah,” I reply unenthusiastically. I loathe clothes shopping. I’ll happily shop for anything else, but not clothes.
Titus and Justice burst out laughing.
“You should chat with Nix, he breaks out in hives even at the thought of clothes shopping,” Justice informs me.
“That’s fine, the next time you all want to take a shopping trip, Nix and I can stay behind and thank our lucky stars together.”
“A shopping trip?” Sly asks, walking in with Ernest. “I’m up for one.”
“I’ll message everyone and get a date we can all do,” Ernest adds.
