Scene #1775: Tea and Cake or Death

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Mortimer Balman	It's a nice, quiet day in Equestria. SPRING IS COMING. Or it should IF RAINBOW DASH EVER STOPS BEING A LAZY-BUTT AND ACTUALLY CHANGES THE FREAKIN' VRDESC AT SOME POINT cough moving on. The snow is still cold on the ground for now though, but the weather is slowly warming a bit more. And since it's not blizzarding or particularly windy or anything like that, Mortimer has played the good neighbor and invited some of his fellow Ponyvillens over for tea. Because that's what you /do/. I mean, obviously. The Balman household is a bit of a flurry of activity in anticipation for tea time. Reder and Roll are scraping icicles off of the awning and other overhanging parts, and from off of the trees. Switchbait is busily brewing the tea and preparing some light snacks for people to indulge in. Falstaff is hard at work napping next to the fireplace. And somewhere out in town, Nettle is chasing Ulbrecht around, trying to get him his walkies without doing anything untoward like leaving 'presents' in pony's yards or pouncing them to give kisses. And in his easy chair in the living room, Mortimer is busy looking through what appears to be a shadow box, occasionally polishing the contents within.
Karian Icefang	It was...a strange feeling. To be given a new post without official fanfare or even a real send-off. Yet here Karian was, dressed in his robe and without any equipment of war. At his side, as always, his wolf. The mighty canine looked like it had been recently groomed and given a haircut as well, and looked quite regal. So, Karian knocked on Mortimer's door, hoping that he was home.
Pinkie	Something's up there... Something is up there in the trees... Something... PINK. It looks like the work to scrape the icicle from the branches has disturbed the slumber of something terrible and cthonic, a dweller of the shadows is brought out into light with an unexpected-- "OOMPH!" Pinkie falls out of the tree and lands in a snow drift with a heavy flump, woken from her nap with a flail. "Awawawawa!"
Staren	Staren has receieved an invitation... FOR TEA. Perhaps not the most dramatic thing, but it's a chance to see some friends Staren hasn't seen in awhile. Appearing in Equestria as a white unicorn, his only apparent concession to the cold is his Gatecrasher's Union scarf. Today he's taking a break from flying and teleporting everywhere, seemingly content to trot through Ponyville and up the path to Mortimer's place. "Why do you keep sleeping in trees?" he asks of Pinkie, peering into the snow, then turns to Karian, looking him up and down. "...What happened to your armor? Err... I mean, long time no see, Karian! Um... what happened to your armor? And how've you been?"
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight Sparkle comes trotting out of the spa, looking even more sparkly than usual thanks to the treatments. And of course, they insisted she let them do her mane, so she has a more Rarity-like style going on at the moment. She still has her flat bangs, but the rest of her mane has been curled, and her tail is braided. And of course, she has a cute scarf on because it is still cold outside. An invitation to tea is a bit unexpected, but Twilight is not one to refuse! So, she arrives just in time to see Pinkie splat into a snowdrift. Twilight blinks, then approaches. "Pinkie? Are you alright?" she asks before giving Staren a little nuzzle. "Did Mortimer invite everyone?" she asks, seeing Karian there as well.
Pinkie	It takes a moment for Pinkie to lift her head out of the very Pinkie-shaped crater in the snow, adjusting her mask with a little snort and brushing some snow out of her eyes and curly mane with a snort and a sudden dog-like shake that sends snow everywhere. "That's easy, silly." She replies, "I got comfy!" Well it makes sense right? "Whatcha doin'? Where ya goin'? Why? Can I come with you? I've got nothing better to do! Maybe we can go visit Mortimer and harass him for tea!" She blurts in a stream flow vague harassment. "Who's this guy? HI NEW WOLF-GUY." Well. Karian is new to her anyway. "I'M FINE!" Responded to Twilight.
Rarity	"Staren, it's rude to ask potentally embarassing questions when you first arrive." Of course the mild lecturing on social graces can be none other than Rarity as she walks up not long after Staren arrived. Certainly soon enough to have heard the end of his comment. She rolls her eyes at him. "Watch a master and learn." Then she steps forward and sweeps one front leg in front of her for an elegant slow bow that would probably impossible for a normal horse to maintain their balance doing so. "How gracious it is of you to invite us over for a civil gathering of afternoon tea, my good sir." She's probably overdoing it on the formality, isn't she?
Karian Icefang	KArian looks over to Staren and nods. "I've left it home. No need for it here." Ygdril pads over, considering him for a moment. Though it looks over and starts sniffing at the ponies, unsure of them for the moment. "I take it you all came for mort's gathering?"
Mortimer Balman	Reder and Roll's heads pop out from above, hanging upside down from the awning over the front porch. They both slide off and land on the ground on their feet, almost choreographically. Roll delis, "<Haaaaaay! Go on in Switchy should have tea an' snacks soon an' Uncle Morty's just polishing his shinies!>" Reder then tortled, "<Yeah you guys pretty much don't even need to knock, y'know? C'mon in.>" The wartortle pushed the door open so they could all make their way on in. "<AY SWITCH! Finish bein' a housewife, guests are here!>" From deep within the house, Switch could be heard shouting back, "<Master Balman I do believe the pool boy has finished, p'raps he can check the plumbing next?>" Reder made an agitated grunt at that and hopped off.
Karian Icefang	Karian smirks at Roll and Reder, before heading in. Ygdril darts ahead, sniffing out Mort's scent and tracking him. Once near, the massive wolf.....lowers it's head and noses the Typhlosion-morph for head scritches. "Hello, Mort. Doing well?"
Staren	Staren blinks at Rarity. He's not sure how to respond to that, and then there's Twilight! Staren smiles and nuzzles back, then blinks. "You're all sparkly. And you changed your mane." It's a curious observation. Then the social situation pattern matching part of his mind suggests complimenting her on it. But he has to be completely honest -- /is/ it a better look than usual? He wonders how to properly judge this. If it /is/ better, does that mean she should do it more? Finally, the thoughts arguing in the street of his mind are run over by another thought: What could this signify? Did he miss something? "Is this a fancy dress party? Well, tea party? And... okay, you're not wearing a dress, but you know what I mean, I guess a fancy grooming party? A fancy personal-appearance-in-general tea party?" He glances at Karian. It /would/ explain the lack of armor. Wait, did he just make it sound bad? Could that be taken as sarcasm? 'what is this, a fancy dress party?' Yes, that sounds potentially sarcastic. Say something to fix it! "I mean, you look great." He turns back to Twilight. "I mean, you always look great. Not that you looked bad before. Um..." his ears splay and he tries to look apologetic for social cluelessness. "You know what I mean?" Sometimes, he feels bad for having to depend on Twilight's unique willingness to deal with a lack of social skills.
Rarity	Rarity rolls her eyes again at Staren. "Now you are just overthinking it. I was just saying there is no reason to not be polite, even if it is only a casual get together." And as usual being extra showy about it. Because it wouldn't be Rarity otherwise. After which she turns her attention to Twilight for a minute, and oooooohs. "Your mane looks absolutely fabulous dahling." Pause, tilts her head a little as if sniffing. "Must of been to the spa, I reconize that lovely fragrance of grooming products anyways." Considering how often -she- spends there... And there's Pinkie. The other Pinkie. Who gets a bit of a look for the harass remark. "Or you could just -ask-, dear." It's not until they actually walk in that she notices Karian is also here. "Oh my goodness. If I had known you were going to be present Karian, I would of brought over some of my sketches."
Pinkie	"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASP." Yes. Pinkie said Gasp. Out loud. Very loud. Though she does not voice why, while scootching a little further back and checking to make sure her mask is on right. She is however, quietly eyeing Rarity. "Oh huh. There's already a tea-thingy going on. Aw-haaaa-wkwarddddd. Ehehehhhh~."
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight blinks a few times as Staren stumbles through a greeting. Then, she giggles. "It's alright, Staren. I went to the spa as Rarity said and the twins insisted on giving me a makeover when they saw the invitation to the party. I am not sure it suits me, but they seemed so excited about it I couldn't disappoint them by saying no." she says to Staren. Then, Pinkie shouts out that she is fine, and Twilight flinches. "Um...that is good." she says as she follows the others inside. "It is indeed kind of you to invite us. How is everything going?" she says to Mortimer and his pokemon.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer looks up from polishing a shiny silver medal that looks like a sword placed sidelong across a round shield, putting it on a table beside him to pet Ygdril. "Hey there big fella. Good to see you too." Scritchy scritchy. As soon as everyone's filed into the living room, Mortimer gestures to the variety of comfortable furniture for them to settle on. He pushes a button on a remote built into his chair to make the table in the center of the room unfold itself into a larger one, which would then be filled with several trays of coffee cakes, sweetrolls, and homemade nachos with a rich goat cheese sauce- and of course the tea- by Switchbait. "<I am terribly sorry for the use of the lower quality plates but I'm afraid our fine dinnerware is at one of the local stores being repaired..>" The butlerfree would then perch on Mort's chair and begin levitating a couple of teapots to fill cups for the assembled group, including himself. Mortimer just leaned back and stretched a little. "Oh, I'm fine, no need to worry about that. Though I've had less company lately than I like- I imagine the holiday seasons and preparations for Spring have everypony quite busy. Ah, didn't know you'd be coming too, S.." He paused, looking at Pinkie... Eyes darting over to Rarity for a moment. Then back to Pinkie. "..Pinkie. By all means, take a seat and have some cake. Mrs. Cake baked them special for me."
Staren	Staren looks uncertain at first, then smiles, relieved as Twilight explains that this was something given to her as a surprise and not something she chose for herself, and thus she has little personal attachment to it. The lesson is reinforced: /always/ be completely direct and things will turn out okay! He nods at the explanation, then turns to Mort. "Hey yeah, we /are/ having a tea party aren't we?" he turns back to the door, "Hello Reder, Roll, Rarity, good to see you all again..." he walks in, "And hello Mort and Switchbait! Good to see you! How've you been?" When Switchbait laments the quality of the plates, Staren levitates one over for inspection, peering at it and then lifting it up to look at the underside. "These are low quality? How can you tell?"
Rarity	Rarity raises a brow slightly, but considering this is an iteration of Pinkie, the behavoir is just written off as such. Because, you know, Pinkie. Rarity levitates a cup, peering at it for a moment before holding it out to be filled. "If this is the low quality I can only imagine the nature of the -fine- china." Or why it would need to be repaired, but she minds her previous advice to Staren about possible embarassments and doesn't ask why it needs to be fixed.
Karian Icefang	"Considering the fineries we have at the Fang, this is upper class." Karian says. He reaches in and takes a hold of the nachoes, munching on a few as he listens in. Ygdril accepts his scritches happily, before flopping next to his master. "I think I have you to thank for the recent....changes I've had occur."
Pinkie	Take a seat. Have some cake. Pinkie can do that. "Eheh heh~. Thanks Mort!" She chirrups. She smiles. It's obvious, despite the mask she has on, because of the little ~squee~ sound. See? She's fine. Really, she settles right on in. "Sorry for showing up un-announced. I just kind of. You know. Show up unannounced. Oopsie." However Mortimer's near slip results in a sudden recoil, green eyes widening behind her mask before Pinkie quickly waves a cloven hoof in a 'Shh! Shh!' manner.
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer waves a hand dismissively. "Those're inheritance pieces. Minor heirlooms I got from my father after he passed. It's something of a tradition that every inheritor loses at least one piece of it- it used to be three times the size you see now. The good stuff I purchased on a binge of "acting like a rich person" back home. It's pretty broken right now but one of the locals swears he can fix it." He also waves off Pinkie's frantic waving, indicating that he already caught himself and gets it. "Always happy to be an arbiter of positive change, Karian." And then to Staren, "He can tell because he is my butler, Staren. That is his job." Switchbait frees, "<Mm yes, quite. When I served the old Baron it was rather a necessity that I be able to tell such things. Certain fineries can only be used for specific events, and not using them would be a horrid faux pas, you understand.>" Mortimer would nod, and pull out an odd shaped medal made of gold with a tiny ruby in the center, and start polishing that. "So how have you all been, mm?"
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight also accepts a cup and seats herself on her favorite beanbag chair. She sips her tea as she listens to the others, though Morty's slip makes her looks between Mortimer and Rarity and Pinkie a moment before resuming her sipping, her cup of course hovering in front of her surrounded by the glow of her magic. "If any are used to you appearing from nowhere, it is us, Pinkie." Twilight says with a smile. Still feeling a bit tired from the long run, Twilight is a bit more quiet than usual.
Rarity	And whatever is going on between Mort and Pinkie and possibly others goes right over Rarity's head. Especially when she busies herself with tea and some of the snacks, and the other conversation. "Trust me Mortimer. Between Sweetie Belle and her friends I know all too well how skilled the local craftsponies are when it comes to repairing." Dainty tea sip. "Work, primarily. It's technically an off season until after Spring starts but fashion is one profession one cannot afford to procastinate at."
Pinkie	CRISIS AVERTED. It takes a second but Pinkie settles herself back down with a small prance in place. Before daintily taking a teacup in hoof and putting it to her mask. Sssssip. A twitch of one ear and she tilts her head. "Well it sure makes it tough to surprise you if you're used to it. I've had to get creative lately." Chirruped to Twilight. Though there's a furtive glance to the fashionista pony. "Soooooo... Did you have any ideas for a new line once the Spring seasons starts?" She ventures some smalltalk.
Staren	Staren puts the plate back down. "I guess. I hope I never have to put up with such things in my daily life. It just doesn't seem worth the trouble..." he looks at Switchbait. "Err... not meaning to offend or deride or anything. But I'm sure most people feel the same way about scientifically analyzing and trying to understand everything. To each our own." He grins sheepishly. Then turns back to Mort. "Uhh... I dunno. Seems there's no ends of things happening... dealing with the Filth, whatever's going on on Mizuki's world, this new Saiyan thing and Reptilon, Abstractum... been busy."
Karian Icefang	Karian visibly winces when Mort mentions 'Arbiter' and 'Change' in the same sentence. He has that old association still in his head. "That...depends on what you consider positive. Lord Grimnar told me that I am now 'Ambassador to the non-Hostile Xenos of the Multiverse.'."
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer nods. "Oh yea, I fully understand, Rares. Though for my part I think y'ought to focus less on what the rest of the fashion world cares about and forge yer own path ahead into the industry. But y'know, I'm kinda old fashioned 'bout style. Half the stuff that Shores filly wears looks like a bunch of random crap glued together t'me." A shrug, another medal pulled out to polish. A steel star with seven points. "Is that so, Staren? I'm sorry t'hear that. I'm sure you'll get through it all though, yer a smart lad. ...Y'okay there, Twilit?" He'd look up briefly to sip at his tea and glance at how Twily looks kinda tired. And then over to Karian, "Oh aye? That so? I consider that /quite/ the positive change." He allowed himself a thin smirk before looking back down at his shadow box.
Rarity	"And I need to at least pay some attention to others if I wish to not inadvertantly copy another idea," Rarity replies. Followed by a tea sip, and then a pause mid-sip to narrow her eyes a bit at Mortimer for the remark about Sapphire Shores' outfits over the top of said cup. "Maybe you are, just a bit," she finally remarks flatly, before resuming her sipping.
Karian Icefang	"I quite disagree, Mort. For my safety, I've been seperated from my pack, and told to find residence outside of Fenris. I do not know how to feel, yet...part of me is happy."
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight blinks as she is addressed. She smiles. "Of course! Just a bit tired. Even after a good night's sleep and a spa day, I still feel worn out after running for hours on end. I am not the fitness pony that Rainbow Dash is." she says self-consciously. She blinks as she hears Karian. "Wait...have you been excommunicated?" she asks worriedly, though hearing that Karian is kind of happy makes her smile softly.
Staren	Staren looks up at Karian. "It's that bad to be apart from them, huh? Well... I don't know what to say. Can you do anything to get your old position back, if that is what you want? Otherwise, I guess... try to make more new friends out in the Multiverse?"
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer rubs his chin a bit. "No, he hasn't, Twilit. If he had been.. He'd be dead. The punishment for anything which would get you excommunicated would be "death" in the Imperium. The only punishment that exists outside of that for the Astartes would be a.. I believe they call it a Crusade of Penitence, where they send you into the Eye of Terror? But-" He'd settle back in his chair again, pulling out a little medal that looked like a broken brass rose on a small cloth, "You will survive, Karian. You may stay at my residence until we get you a place set up- which we will do in Spring, which is not far off. If you want to stay in Equestria, I'll help you get some citizenship papers filed. If not then we'll sort out whatever." He'd sip at his tea again. "Oh Rarity dear, tell me- are you any good at touching up dyes? This one's important, the stripes on this must be touched up back to their proper scarlet.."
Karian Icefang	Karian nods softly. "Aye. I would have to commit to a 100 year crusade of penitence. I'm more concerned that I won't have my pack with me. At least they let me keep Ygdril, not that he gave them much choice." He says, petting his oldest friend between his ears. "I....also will need to consider alternate equipment. Existing outside the fang, I won't have consistant access to an Iron Priest..."
Rarity	Rarity listens, then leans over to murmur to Twilight in a low whisper "I guess it is good that he was not banished and then imprisoned in the place he was banished to, right?"
Rarity	Rarity also replies to Mort, "I do know a trick or two for infusing restorative color into dyed materials."
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer nods at Rarity, and gives Switchbait a poke. The medal gently levitates across the room to sit in front of the marshmallow pony. "Please be careful with it. I'll pay double your usual price." And then back to Karian, "Hrm, aye that will be difficult on you.. But that's okay. I'll go to the Fang in a few days and see if I can't get an audience with Grimnar, see if p'raps the Fang cannot spare a few things for you. We'll worry about it tomorrow."
Karian Icefang	Karian nods. "Thank you, Mort. I wouldn't trust anyone else with this task..."
Rarity	Rarity looks at Twilight for a moment, thinking back to the time the unicorn ran the Running of the Leaves for no other reason than she could. "What were you doing so much running for -this- time, Dahling?" At seemingly random a voice can be heard yelling outside "There's a whole lot of running to do!" and a certain brown colt in a bowtie and his rose-stripe maned companion can briefly be seen running past a window. "... I wonder what that pony is running off to meddle in this time." Rarith shakes her head a bit, then takes the medal gently in her forehooves and looks it over, noting the stripes needing to be restored. "Any idea what material this is, Mortimer?"
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight blushes a bit at the mention of the old worry of hers, then giggles. "Yes...a very good thing." she says to Rarity. So, Karian is not excommunicated, but...he is still banished? "Is this the same sort of special allowance they made for Ulbrecht?" Twilight asks, curious about the situation. "As for armor, it may not be Astartes quality, but I am sure the armorsmiths that handle the royal guard armor could be contracted to make you a suit of armor. Or, perhaps the UNSC has a suit that would work for you. Although...they are a military power, so I suppose they would not simply hand over one of their advanced armors." Twilight blinks as she is asked about her run, then smiles. "It was for Ariel's rite of passage into...well...I am not entirely certain. Adulthood seems accurate, but I am not sure she grows or ages like most beings. In any case, it was an amazing trip. The Rainbow Road is a place that may rival Equestria as far as magical creatures and unusual sights. I saw a flying blue whale the size of a city!"
Staren	Staren blinks at Twilight. "You had to run for /hours/??" He looks concerned and a bit alarmed. "Unless ponies have a lot more endurance than humans, that sounds like quite a feat even for an athlete!" He looks over Twilight, as if he could see any ill effects it might have on her, then, steps up next to her and puts a foreleg around her for a half-hug. "I'm glad you're okay." At Karian's mention of needing new gear draws his attention. "You know, I've started selling a mass-produced version of my power armor. Although," he looks UP at Karian, "We might need some more customization for yours. Actually, how strong are you? If you're stronger than the exoskeleton, it might need some, hmm, redesigning..."
Karian Icefang	Karian looks over at Staren. "Strong enough to wrestle down a raging ork." or something similar because his player doesn't know exactly. He thinks a moment as well. "I'd likely need weaponry. I have Wodnyr, my Abstractum, but something for range...should my bolter break."
Mortimer Balman	Yawning, Mort waves a hand. "Don't worry about it right now, Staren. Let's see what I can get outta ol' Grimmy first. An' remember whatever we /give/ to Karian will invariably need t'fit in with Imperium standards, lest he be accused of Tech-Heresy. At least, for now. But we'll get there.." He'd hrm at Twilight. "Oh that little Ariel girl's an adult now? That's wonderful! I'm glad for'er. And.. No, this is nothing like that. Ulbrecht was touched by the Warp. For Karian this is more like being.. "Kicked upstairs". He's been in a great many situations which the Imperium, even at its most lenient, can only see as heretical- necessary heresies p'raps, but heresies nonetheless. Hell. He's sitting here, in a mutant's house, on a planet full of /magical aliens/. By all standards of the Imperium he should only be here to plant a beacon for an Exterminatus Fleet. /But/. The Space Wolves are not required to kowtow too much to the Ecclesiarchy or the Inquisition- or at least, not expected to. So he gets more freedom in the matter. But I think for the safety of the Chapter what has happened to him is ultimately fer the best.." He'd pause to wet his throat and devour a chunk of cake, and wash it down. Switchbait frees, "<By appointing Master Icefang as an ambassador he is given the opportunity to consort with Aliens and Mutants much more freely. The Imperium no doubt would demand that he be doing this as a means of procuring better raw data on potential enemies or forces that they must 'cleanse', however the efforts of Master Balman, you yourself miss Sparkle, and numerous others have had /impacts/. Our collective existence is still largely intolerable by their standards, but it is an intolerability that must be watched and understood, not necessarily immediately put to the torch. I daresay your actions in particular will, in time, have far greater ripples than you may yet realize.>"
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer asides to Rarity after finishing his quick bite and drink, "That's Pethian silk, spun from the first silks of newborn Caterpies. It looks and feels delicate but it's actually tough as spidersilk, but without the stickiness. The brass used to make the rose is more brittle, especially as old as it is.."
Rarity	Rarity mmmhmms, especially at the last part. "I will be the utmost careful with it... Do you have a case or something for it, Mortimer? For safety. I may be able to infuse some strength back into the brass as well, but I will not push too hard and risk your precious memento."
Mortimer Balman	Mort shook his head. "I just keep'em all in the ol' shadow box, here.. Don't worry about the metal so much. Metal can be reforged. Replaced even, if need be. But Pethian silk? Not so much. I trust you to take care of it."
Staren	Staren blinks at Karian. "I've invented a line of missile weaponry, and have an agreement with another manufacturer that can install beam cannons and vibro-claws on the armor if the customer wishes." as he speaks, he levitates out a funny-looking, vaguely gun-shaped item, a micromissile pistol, from his bag for Karian to look at. "I can recommend weapon salesmen for other items too, of course." Mort explains that it has to meet the Imperium's requirements, Staren looks just slightly put off. "Ah..." As the Imperium is talked about more, his ears splay. "They sound like the Coalition. Maybe we should put them in touch with eachother and let the problem solve itself... keep the Space Wolves out of it, of course..." he mutters.
Rarity	"So essentially he has been less banished and more... isolated at forelimb's length. Well it's a good thing he has others to turn turn like you Mortimer." Rarity nods a bit, pulling a silk hankerchief out to wrap carefully around the medal. "I shall give it my utmost care, do not worry."
Mortimer Balman	Mortimer nods at Rarity. "More or less, yea. It's far from the worst possible thing. He's a Marine. He'll adapt and overcome. Oorah.." Gentle sigh. "Oh of course, Rares. Like I said, I trust you with it. But I appreciate the reminder." Smile.
Twilight Sparkle	Twilight nods to Staren when asked about her running. "Yes. It was required of all who joined Ariel on the Rainbow Road. I believe it was a tradition." she says somewhere in the talk of weapons and armor and such. Of course, when the armor and weapons and such talk gets more in depth, Twilight has little to add. She isn't a craftpony of any kind. She still has trouble making bird's nests! "Weapons and armor to Imperium standards...that rules out any magical armor or weapons, I suppose."
Rarity	Rarity scoots out from where she's sitting after tucking the wrapped medal carefully away. "Thank you for the tea and conversation, but I should really get back home." After a moment she adds flatly, "And make sure the trio haven't destroyed it." Waves a hoof. "Don't get up Switchbait, I can show myself out. Ciao~."
Mortimer Balman	"Sadly it does, Twilit. Oh do take care, Rares!" Rarity would get a Roll-hug before she left, and then the little delibird would curl up in Mort's lap to nap. "If he /must/ I have a few choice pieces that are Imperium-approved, but frankly I'm not going to worry about it fer now. More important is getting a proper roof over his head. My house is fire an' child-proof, not Astartes-proof.. Yet." Teasip. "You wanna watch some TV, Twilit? Unidentified Fiction Matinee is comin' on, they're pretty damn funny."