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It had been a pretty average kind of day. After the children were off to school Morginn went around cleaning up any of the messes they'd made (not that there was a ton, they were usually neat for children, but stuff still happened), then he focused on his own school work. There would be lunch, then he would spend time with his familiars and either sketch new clothing designs or actually create things. Since he made more clothes than the family could go through in a decade he ended up donating a lot of stuff. Usually at some point one of the adults in the house would make some kind of dinner before the children got home. And that was how everything had been going, before Morginn heard a muttered oath from the direction of the kitchen.

The Fey poked his head out of his room and looked down the all. "Alrai," he called out, having identified the tone as too low to be Araceae. "You okay?"

Morginn felt a twinge of alarm and called out an assent. He quickly made sure there was nothing out on his work table that could cause trouble (his familiars were insatiably curious sometimes), then trotted to the bathroom to fetch the first aid kit where it was stored. He made his way to the kitchen, uttering a small noise of distress and sympathy when he saw the wound. He sent the kit down on the table and began rummaging in it.

"How did you manage to cut yourself up so badly? I don't think I've ever seen you have even a minor kitchen accident before," Morginn exclaimed, pulled out a roll of bandages, ointment, and gauze. He looked back towards the wound, wondering if these supplies would do it or not, or if they'd have to make a trip to the hospital. It was hard to tell how bad the cut was under the blood. Surely if it had been that bad Alrai would have said something. Morginn was probably just fussing. He grabbed a few paper towels and gestured for Alrai to let him see his hand.

Morginn frowned as he rested Alrai's hand in one of his and used the other to wrap the towels around the cut. It had already resumed bleeding, despite being rinsed. It looked more serious than a simple little nick. "That's still not like you. What were you thinking about so hard that made you forget there was a finger under your knife," he asked, his voice a mixture of concern and teasing.

Keeping his hold on the paper towels he reached back with his other hand and picked up the little ointment tube, carefully unscrewing the cap one-handed and applying a bit to the gauze. He checked the would beneath the paper towels. It had stopped bleeding briefly, but with the pressure remove blood began to trickle forth again. Morginn shifted the towel a little and resumed the application of pressure as he picked up the ointment-smeared gauze.

"I don't think you need stitches, but you still got yourself pretty good," he commented, brow slightly furrowed as his feathery antennae wiggled about.

Morginn listened as he carefully applied the gauze to Alrai's finger, then reached back and snagged some bandages. He was careful not to add too many layers of wrapping, not wanting to make the finger feel too bulky or awkward, though when he tied it off he put the neat knot over the wound for the added pressure.

As Alrai talked Morginn felt his cheeks puff a little with indignation, and his antennae were almost completely upright and rigid, though they did tremble slightly.

"Well that's perfectly horrible, to blame a child for something out of their control, and if they can't see that then it's their loss," Morginn said firmly. Frankly he couldn't imagine any kind of scenario that would make him want to deny either of his children. He packed the ointment and extra gauze back into the first aid kit, but decided to leave it out just in case the wound started bleeding more than he thought it would.

"It was no bother at all. Actually," Morginn said, as he tossed the bloodied paper towels and glanced over at the kitchen counter, "it looks like you were still in the middle of cooking. I can help, if you tell me what needs to be done." He looked back at Alrai's hand. "It'll probably be hard to do some things until that heals up a bit."

Morginn still look moth-like levels of fluffed out in indignation, though he gave a sympathetic nod for Alrai's plight. His parents were the really flitter-brained type, all laughs and dancing and being in the moment. They were quite loving people, if a bit scattered (even for Fey), but it raised the question of what if. Not that Morginn could guess and even if he posed the question to his parents they would likely just laugh and shrug, but he liked to believe that they would still have loved him just the same. They might be scattered and in-the-moment people, but he'd never seem them take a negative view on anything.

Such thoughts wouldn't help Alrai though, so all he said was, "Nothing wrong with that. It's an admirable wish. Though," he added, once again looking like a fluffy moth, "if they ever call again while you're cooking I will find them and I will convince all the flowers in their gardens to go dormant!" Not exactly a terrifying prospect to face, but probably the closest to violent threat Morginn ever got.

His antennae and wings relaxed a bit as Alrai pointed over towards the squash he had been cutting. Thankfully there didn't seem to be more than a spot or two of blood, and none of it was on the squash itself. Just to be safe Morginn washed the vegetable and set it aside, then proceeded to thoroughly clean the knife, cutting board, and counter.

"So how do I do this," he asked over the sound of running water. "I kind of willy nilly things when I cook. Does it have to be cut a specific way?"

Morginn nodded, apparently satisfied that his threat would be passed on and heeded. He set the now-clean cutting board down on the counter and placed the squash on top of it, then took up the now-clean knife and eyeballed the squash to figure out the best way to go about cutting up the vegetable. Standing nearly a full foot and a half shorter than Alrai, he probably looked a lot less cool doing the same tasks.

While his kitchen skills tended to be at the level of sandwich- or salad-making, or heating up canned food, Morginn at least was decent enough with a bladed instrument. He cut the squash straight down until he had a bunch of circles, then proceeded to cut them up into almost perfectly even cubes. Looked like practice at precisely cutting fabric could be good for other things too!

"Done," he proclaimed, looking over his handiwork with a bit of pride. Not that he had any clue what to do with all the little cubed bits of squash. He just knew it was tasty and he would happily eat it if presented with it, but it fell outside his cooking expertise so he'd never handled it before. "What next?"

Morginn gave the pressure cooker a doubtful glance. The thing always made him a little nervous. He had to remind himself that he would be okay, that he wasn't actually using the pressure cooker so much as being Alrai's hands.

Okay, maybe not, but the thought still helped!

He went to the cabinet and pulled out the measuring cup (with a little bit of reaching to grab it), then proceeded to put the specified amount of water into the pressure cooker. "Squash goes in next, right," he asked, reaching for the cutting board.

As he gathered the pieces, pushing them together in easy to grab mounds, he hesitated a bit. It was still bothered him, what Alrai had told him, but he wasn't sure if asking questions would upset him.

"Your brother," he started a little hesitantly, then continued. "I don't think I've ever heard you talk about him much. Do you two...fight as well?" Morginn glanced over at Alrai curiously, ready to apologize if his questioning appeared to upset him.

Morginn began to scoop up the squash bits and add them to the pressure cooker as Alrai talked. His antennae perked upward at the answer and his shoulder relaxed a bit. Good, he hadn't upset Alrai! Or, well, he hoped he hadn't, but it didn't seem like there were any red flags.

"Maybe he's scared of us," Morginn suggested as he dropped the last bits of squash into the pot and scooted out of the way, looking at Alrai and grinning. "I mean you and Araceae are cool and respectable adults, and Arinas is pretty calm. The rest of the occupants in this house are pure chaos who would likely begin a barrage of questions."

He laughed at his unashamed inclusion of himself with the children. By pretty much anyone's standards he was curious and energetic, though he hoped he did have a little more tact than an average child. But nosy, he was definitely that!

To be honest though, the only questions he could think to ask off the top of his head...involved Alrai. What he looked like as a kid, if he was as cool then as now, interesting moments. Morginn almost blushed. His questions would probably make him sound like he had the biggest crush on Alrai. And he didn't!

Did he?

He used watching Alrai poke at the pressure cooker as an excuse to watch him and evaluated him. His appearance was definitely pleasing to the eye. Strong build, lovely colors, and Morginn had always thought his wings were beautiful in their own unique way.

Yup, definitely time to look away before it seemed like he was staring, because if Alrai caught him he was definitely blush! "Was there anything else that needed tending, or was that the last of it?"