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Finn cleared the last of the dishes from the dinner rush and carted them into the kitchen for Tandy, laughing when she asked if he'd been demoted to busser.

That chore done, he headed back into the bar to do a walk around, checking with those in the game room and those at the tables and booths scattered around the bar area. He joked with a few of the regulars and greeted the faces he couldn't remember seeing before taking his position behind the bar again.

Leaning against the back counter, he surveyed his pub and couldn't help the smile that formed. For as much flak as he'd received from his family over his choosing such a small town when he finally struck out on his own, he really did love the town. The atmosphere was open, accepting, and the sheer fact that he could use his abilities without causing the National Enquirer to drop onto his head made it perfect.

He looked up when the door opened and called out a welcome to the newcomer.

"Welcome to the Pub."

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[wastelandflower]

"Yeah, but my ma never liked my wife, doesn't much care. And I'm family." He shrugs and then smiles, thinking on Sophie. She's the one thing he got right and he means to make her the sun and moon for it.

"I did get my beautiful girl, yes."

[pullmeapint]

"Still, it's her loss, to my mind," Finn told him. "And if you're ever in the mood for an Irish Catholic mother to try and smother the life out of you, you're welcome to come home with me when I head down for Sunday dinner."

Finn grinned widely at the offer, that could almost be a threat.

[wastelandflower]

"Hot bowl of stew and a side dish of bread and guilt?" Rian asked, leaving off any qualifiers. He wasn't out to insult Finn's ma nor could he, honor bound, betray his own mother's stew because everyone's mother made the best.

[pullmeapint]

"Ah, you've been to my mother's then," Finn laughed easily, because it was probably true of mother's the world over, but Irish and Catholic just increased that ten-fold. "It's always fun unless you're the one getting the guilt."

[wastelandflower]

"Or you've been to mine," Rian countered. "And it's the same at my house. Usually I got away with everything, being the baby."

[pullmeapint]

"Christ Jesus, the dreaded baby of the family? That's some powerful magic there. I have the luck to be the third of four. Not the first child, not the first girl, not the baby. The trifecta of ignored child," Finn laughed, though it was clear he was probably nothing of the sort. Not as close as he still was to his family.

[wastelandflower]

Rian laughs and wonders if Finn has any idea just how much he's hit on the truth of it. All of his family are witches, going back generations. Their magic has come through, child after child.

"I wasn't meant to be, but then I came along and there was simply no outdoing me."