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Faolan made a soft noise in his throat, nuzzling his wife's hair. "Alright. I was thinkin' of Samhain for our boy--" He pronounced it "sow-een," giving a grin. "--and maybe Beltain for our daughter. You know the holidays, yeah?"

Faolan laughed out loud, deep and throaty--real laughter that had been needed in the past few tense days. He looked down at his wife, grinning in a mad sort of way. "You know, it ain't uncommon for soulmates to have similar thoughts and feelin's about stuff. It ain't really traditional for Farstep to give middle names, but we can do that for our bairns if'n you want." He honestly sort of hoped she didn't ask if he had a middle name.

Faolan shrugged. "It's up to you, lass."

Zia gave a snort of laughter. "It wouldn't be wrong if they did. Faolan has a middle name, after all."

"Yes, thank you, Zia. That's exactly the information I love having spread around," Faolan sighed, ears lowering and blush starting to spread across his cheeks.

Faolan looked down, blushing even more. "My middle name's Tully," he all but whispered. Well, she'd find out eventually, so best just to tell her up front. He looked up and then over his shoulder, sniffing at the air like a dog with a scent. "Why's it smell like lavender?"

Faolan nodded, patting Elle's bottom to get her up. Once she was out of his lap, he twisted about, getting to his feet at the same time, and went into the vardo to find out what Rhian was up to--for it could only be her making the wagon smell headily of lavender.

Faolan hurried over and scooped the little proto up to keep her from lighting the incense, not a smart idea covered in oil. He held Rhian out to Ellandra with a look that clearly said "wash her" and frowned.

Zia came in behind the couple and sighed. "Rhian, you were only suppose to use one drop."

Faolan just wrinkled his nose, wondering how they were going to air out the vardo. "Guess we'll be sleeping with the door and windows open tonight."

"You shouldn't mix the incense and oil, though, sister. You could burn yourself," Zia said, giving her a worried look. "Also, you used too much and you kinda . . . stink."

Faolan kept frowning, annoyed and slighty angry at the situation. Clearly there needed to be another discussion about boundaries and rules in their household again. He looked at the place on the floor where the oil had stained a dark circle. Great, as if things weren't going to be costing enough to fix up, now he'd have to replace the hardwood floor in the front of the vardo. Looking at Rhian, he frowned even more. "I think after this, you can do without cotton candy for a couple of weeks."

Ziazan kept its distance, the lavender scent almost overpowering as it came off the little proto. "A burn is when you get hurt by fire. As for the smell . . . well, too much of a good thing is bad. Or in your case, stinky." It noticed Fao's frown, even before the man spoke, and put a hand on its owner's back gently. Money troubles now? Way to go, Rhian, put a kink in all the careful financial plans the guy had made. Looking at its sister, it frowned at her as well, then glanced back up at Fao. "I'll help you clean up the mess while Mama washes the oil off Rhian."