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"What a gentleman." Of course Lillian wouldn't let Aphismet's silly gesture go without a comment from herself. As she followed him down the hall and asked for an idea there wasn't really anything she could think of. Funny how things worked out that way. When she and Aphismet had some time to hang out, and after the weeks of ideas that she possessed, none came to mind when they were given the time. "I don't know." She said atlast with an added casual shrug.

Lillian scratched her chin and cast Aphismet a glance only a moment after. "You know, we could go ghost hunting." She suggested with a sly smile, "Wouldn't that be a thrill?" Of course she was joking behind the casual look. Besides, the ghosts were outside and if they went outside they'd be leaving those two alone without any sort of supervision. That was definitely a big no-no.

Tyson's mouth was a gap the next time Rivener glanced to the side of him. It was clear that the child was taken back by his words. Instead of shying away at the thought of a crazy old woman attacking someone, the child was excited and amazed. Tyson always wanted to be in the presence of a hero and Rivener was an honest to goodness one! The raevan had saved the life of someone from evil and that called for a great amount of bravery.

After the child had found his voice yet again he showered Rivener with praise. "You really are a hero, Rivener! Boy! What I would give to be a hero like you. Were you afraid? I would be if someone was going to throw Lil or Marm out the window. I don't know what I would do. I am just a kid, and I can't fly or use poison." He sat back into the couch and breathed a heavy sigh of disappointment. "What do you think I should do if something like that happened? Lil's told me to call for help if danger came, but I rather fight than run." It seemed reasonable enough to ask someone of great courage for an answer to this dilemma.

Lillian patted Aphismet on the back after hearing his ideas. It was cute that he had that total lapse of memory. Heck, he even played it off well which not a lot of people could do, let alone guys. "I know Aphi, I know." She teased ready to take back his title as “A Spring Chicken” but thought better of it. "So, are you a professional painter? Do you see a television show in your near feature? And please, if so, don’t give yourself an afro or grow a beard alright? You’ll scare the children.”

Still, they needed something to do and her comments weren’t really going to help get them into an activity. Aphismet probably wouldn’t have the same taste in television shows as she did, he didn’t seem the type to watch Court TV or cartoons. If they read books, then there would be no conversation. Then if they painted together, her “artwork” would most likely be a blob she’d later give a name to and hide away in the basement. Besides, why should she to embarrass herself? She’d look extremely lame compared to Aphismet’s work and the young man did not need to see the little skill she possessed. “Do you wanna cook?” It may not have been her final option, but she did have the urge to learn how-to. The young lass may have stunk at this fine art too, but at least this one she may have a better hand at saving a recipe rather than a painting.

Tyson nodded, his hands clenching into small but determined fists. “Alright then! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll fight them!” He smiled wide and broad, quite happy with his decision. The tyke had been planning on the attack maneuver if anything were to happen anyways. To hear that Rivener thought the same gave him the courage to carry it out even more so. If the raevan said that he could do it, than it must’ve been true! Since Rivener was big and strong and had saved a life before he probably could see a hero just by giving them a glance. That could only mean that Tyson himself was a hero! Or he was atleast one in training.

The child’s joyful thoughts took a pause after Rivener’s final words. He frowned darkly since the evasive maneuver was not what he planned to use. Although, his strength compared to Lillian’s, he couldn’t do much if she just picked him up and placed him somewhere. Tyson sighed heavily and rested his chin in his raised hand as he contemplated what would he do. When little came to his idea bank, Tyson looked back up at Rivener. “Well…let’s say Lillian is going to get hurt, but she wants me to run? What should I do? I would want to fight and help but would she be in bigger danger?” That was just one problem. He may have helped set up the traps around their home, but that didn’t mean Tyson would be fighting off any burglars. Instead, Lillian would probably lock him in his room while the action is taking place. Certainly he did not want that, he wanted to be right up there delivering a punch to a bad guy; just like a real hero!

Lillian snickered under her breath and followed after Aphismet down the stairs. Her footfalls stopped on the mid-step and place her right hand over her heart, her left hand raised in the air. “To Aphi, I solemnly swear that I will shoot you if you ever get weird enough to grow facial hair and an afro.” The teenager sported a cheeky grin to her friend. “Now, I think it would be best to make something that would keep well. Maybe I can actually achieve weaning Tyson off of microwave food. Although he’d always be ready to eat dessert, it can be any kind too, whether they are your specialty or not. After all, can’t a Cook cook anything if they put their mind to it? No matter how corny the phrase sounds?”

When they reached the main floor, Lil peered into the living room alongside her older counterpart. To see the two boys getting along was, well, great! Perhaps Rivener wasn’t as bad as she had first suspected. The scorpion raevan was putting up with her little brother splendidly. There was no screaming or crying coming from the room, just the sound of the boy’s mumbling amongst themselves, and just that put her mind at ease.

“Nice to see them like this, wouldn’t you say?” Lillian spoke to Aphismet as she continued to watch the others stare at the tv screen. Of course so no little ears…or long ears…picked up what she was saying, the lass made sure to whisper her pleasure to the man beside her. Just the tiniest words of approval could knock the good vibes off balance in an instant.

Tyson nodded his agreement to Rivener’s statement. His new friend was right. If he planned on saving Lillian if she was to be in danger, or anyone in that case, then he would have to fight back! Riv might be bigger than him, along with the fact that he had the power of poison, that didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of being a protector, a hero. It just meant he’d have to find different ways to take down the enemy, ways that were fit for his size. Like his parents always told him, ‘Where there’s a will, there’s a way!’ Although that line was only one of many that his parents would speak of, they always had a wide variety of encouraging words to tell whenever they came for a visit.

“Okey doke, that’s fine with me. I want to see what happens with this last experiment anyways.” His eyes were then glued back to the screen where the hosts were loading a dummy into a rigged car. The crew now bent on seeing if they could eject the seat that the dummy was buckled in with.

“Well, I don’t care what it was, but I’m happy to see them getting along without any problems.” Lillian turned away from the living room as she thought over her options of food choices. Both sounded very good. A stew would be something she could have Tyson try over the course of a week at least; while a cake was something delicious and sweet that they’d probably gobble up in less then two days. Her gears cranked over what to pick, so far all that Aphismet had made them was very tasty, so anything they would make now would be just as so.

“Well….you are the cook. What are you in the mood for cooking? I read in a cookbook that a cook cooks better if they enjoy what they are cooking.” There. She left the idea up in the air for the real cook to decide, he knew what he would rather cook. And besides, all she and Tyson would do with mostly any food given to them would be to devour it. Unless Tyson decided to become picky…then it would just be Lillian’s meal.

“Kay.” Tyson hopped off the couch and unknowingly mimicked Rivener with his stretches. Until of course he stretched himself up on the tips of his toes, not yet was the raevan capable of that. “That is a good show, I like how they make those things. It’s pretty cool.” The child told Rivener simply and without any loud, boisterous, or frantic joyful shouts.

“Alright, whatever the chef wants to make is fine with me.” Lillian smiled at Aphismet and followed him into the library. “Wow, nice set up.” She told her host when they had reached the sorted out room. “Looks a bit like our library, just not as cluttered.” Thank goodness that it wasn’t like the library back at home. If one tried to find a specific book in that mess they’d be gone for hours. It was best when in the Maevin library to just sit back and read what was close enough to get a hold of.

“Ah! Thanks!” She picked up the books given to her and began to leaf through the pages. Oh! Carrot cake, that’s always good. Mmm…chocolate cakes are delicious. Ah, there are also some strawberry cakes and a handful of cheesecakes in this book.” Lillian looked back to Aphismet with all ten fingers already placed on specific pages where a fabulous cake was placed. “You know Aphi, I don’t think these cook books are safe to read while your sweet tooth is acting up.”

Tyson sounded his agreement with a similar nod to Rivener. “Okay.” The tyke quietly followed after the scorpion raevan as they climbed the stairs. His footfalls and the sound of his breathing were the only two things that sounded from Tyson as he followed after the other.

When they reached the paint room and Rivener had gotten himself settled, Tyson walked himself over to the unoccupied easel. Once at his placement, the tyke scratched his head, very indecisive over what he was to paint. The moment had come, he was to paint with Rivener and of course NOW he was drawing up blanks. Perfect.

Yet after two more glances Rivener’s way, to Tyson’s very own delight he spied that the raevan hadn’t done anything yet. That meant that they were still on the same page! The child smiled and nodded more so to himself rather than Rivener. After his brief moment of inspiration the young boy dipped his paintbrush into the water, swiveled it around in the water briefly before dipping the wet brush into some paint. He brought it back up to the white easel again and start to paint over the white with a deep yellow golden color.