Chloe smiled up at the waiter Asher stopped and ordered a bowl of chicken velvet soup and a house salad with a water.

And then she resumed talking. "Right. I understand. I never enjoyed shopping with my mum either. Dance lessons would be great! You could probably even get her an instructor to come out to the house. Use the ballroom. If you don't want her traveling to and from the city." Right now, Chloe was very thankful for her great memory. It was going to come in very handy as all she had with her to write with was parchment, ink, and quill, and that would stick out terribly in the muggle world. She raised her eyebrows and giggled as Asher started with his weird semi-Russian accent. It was always so adorable when he did that. It was probably because he was hungry and wanted Maudi to feed him.

When he mentioned flying and Quidditch, Chloe quickly shushed him. Whispering, she said, "Asher, shh!" and then she mouthed the word "Muggles." And gave him a reproachful look that quickly fell into a fresh fit of giggles

"Vell, Kat isn't her mum." Asher told her. "Zeir parents live in India currently. Kat is ze zister." Asher explained, "Kat and I are ze zame age, her and Wynter is like Zi and I." Asher told her, his accent getting a little stronger the more he spoke. All he wanted right now was to eat and go home and fall asleep with Chloe in his arms. He needed sleep before they went to get Ziva from the train. Asher pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, "Vell, I mean soccer." Asher said nodding his head oddly, he was attempting a recovery, hoping that no one had heard him, he was talking in his quiet voice like he normally did.

As Asher continued talking in his funny accent, Chloe tried her hardest to contain her laughter. oOo So Kat was Wynter's sister? Interesting. Chloe had had the impression that she was Kat's daughter. And as he continued speaking, saying something about soccer, Chloe lost it, and had to cover her mouth with her hands to hold in her laughter. She laughed for a fair amount of time, and when she stopped, she just smiled at him and said, "We need to get you some f-..." but before the word was out of her mouth, their food was being sat down in front of them. It was almost like magic... but not quiet. Chloe smiled up at the waiter and thanked him before turning to her soup and salad. She tasted her soup, and it was delicious. And the salad was, well, a salad. The soup, though, the soup was excellent!

"Vhat?" Asher asked raising both of his eyebrows. He had a feeling it was his accent that was slowly getting thicker and thicker. "I need vhat?" Asher asked trying to continue on Chloe's hanging sentence. "Zanks." he told the waiter with a nod of his head as he set down their food in front of them. Asher first took a large drink of his iced tea and then picked up his fork to begin eating his salad. "I zink zhat I vill take Devon vork a day during summer. He vill be needing start for career." Asher told her as they ate, of all things he forgot that Devon was graduating, he felt horrible for forgetting, but he remembered the letter that he had sent, not to worry about making a big deal about it. That he just wanted to have a nice dinner with the family when they got home. Asher let out a content sigh as he mixed the chicken in with the past some more.

Jesper sighed as Abilee got the bill first. Oh well, if it made her happy, he wouldn't complain.
He'd pay the next time.
"I'll... owl you," Cause Abilee probably didn't have a phone. Jesper did, cause he loved all the muggle inventions.

Chloe giggled again. "Your accent. You're talking like Maudi. Like you always do when you're hungry or really tired. And I was about to say we needed to get you some food, but then the food came," she explained before continuing to eat her food. Asher could be so incredibly silly sometimes. Well, he wasn't intending to be silly. Sometimes that accent just happened for some reason, and she didn't really understand why. She could understand it happening when he was around Maudi, but not when the two of them were just sitting in a restaurant. She had a feeling she would always find his random Russian accent funny. "Oh! That's a good idea! Are you allowed to do that? I would think it would be against the rules to bring anyone from the outside into your department." she asked curiously. It didn't make much sense for them to allow people to come visit the department if Asher wasn't even allowed to tell her about what he did dat work.

"Well, calling would've made it easier, but whatever floats your boat," Abilee laughed. She took out a piece of paper, a pen and wrote down her number. "I'm not all that magical either, you know" she smirked as she handed Jesper the paper and started heading towards the door. "I'll be waiting," Smiling and waving, Abilee headed back into the muggle street, exploring what else she could find.

Hungry or tired? Yeah, let's go with tired. Asher thought to himself, he knew exactly why he was speaking with a Russian accent, and he wasn't about to tell Chloe or she'd start questioning him. Asher started on his salad and chewed away, a salad was a salad. "Vell, no. Not in our department." Asher told her. "I zought zhat I could take him other departments for him see vhat ve have offer at ze..." He trailed off as he was going to say ministry, he knew Chloe would know what he was talking about...maybe through the thick accent

Chloe stopped eating and just stared at him as he spoke, trying to understand what he was saying. His accent was getting incredibly thick, and she was getting confused. She had heard him get a bit of an accent before, but it wasn't going away... it was just getting worse. When she realized that he had stopped talking, she stalled for a minute, "Uh... that would be a good idea. Feel free to bring him by my department. Not that Devon strikes me as the magical education type, but neither does Ryan..." she mumbled the last part, still upset about the way Ryan had treated her.

Helena listened to Ryan as he explained how he knew her, "Ahh...I see..." She watched the woman collect her food and leave. What man could stand being in a relationship with her ... unless she only treats Ryan that way... Helena gazed back to Ryan and pretended that Calla hadn't been there, and watched the waiter take their orders.

She sighed with a small hint of relief as Ryan said this. Just kidding. Right. She smiled shyly at his question, "My favourite colour is light blue," She looked him in the eye, and smiled to herself. just like your eyes, "How about you? What's your favourite colour?"

Ryan examined the beautiful features of the woman sitting opposite to him as she watched Calla take her order and leave the place. Combining that body language with the profile of light blue was making her a good mother as Ryan figured it just like the kind Amelia was saying that he needed since it was high time he had a family.

But the idea of a second marriage was scaring him since it meant taking all those risks all over again. And though the opposite was seen from the outside, Ryan was no risk taker. He always planned and predicted the consequences of his acts. Snapping out of those thoughts when the woman asked for his favourite colour, he coughed a little ''Sorry. I don't know where that came from. My favourite colour is navy. A little bit darker than yours'' he laughed and thanked the waiter as he brought their orders. ''So, Helena... why don't you tell me a little bit more about yourself. Just a little bit. Believe me i can figure out the rest''

"Eh, I don't know. He might like it zhere." Asher told her before he took a drink of his tea. "He haz been changing hiz mind often. I'm not zure vhat he vants do." Asher spoke, realizing that the accent was still there, maybe he was much more distraught with everything he needed to do than what he had thought. "Haz zis Ryan been spoken vith about hiz behaviour?" Asher asked, now he knew the name, but he wasn't about to go have his own little chat with him, he had other things to worry about right now, and surely something had taken place with that situation.

Chloe stopped, spoon halfway to her mouth, as Asher began speaking again. Okay, she couldn't do this. Smiling at him and giggling again, she said, "Asher, I love you, but I can hardly understand you right now. Can you please try to drop the accent?" she asked in an amused voice. And then they were talking about Ryan, and Chloe put her spoon down. "Yes. He has been reprimanded a few times by our department head." And that was that. She didn't want to talk about Ryan anymore.

"I can't help it. I don't know vhat iz going on." Asher told her, his accent never had gotten this thick. He gave a sigh. "Maybe ve should take zhis all home finish." He said dropping his fork to the table. He was starting to get frustrated with his accent, and now wasn't the time for it to come out.

Chloe sat in silence for a moment, trying to come up with some way to help. Finally she stood up a little, leaned across the table, taking his face in both her hands and kissed him. "I know that there's a lot going on right now, and you're probably stressed, but just like you said I could always talk to you, you can always talk to my love." She sat back down, waiting to see if her kiss had helped, and said, "I'll do whatever you want dear. If you want to go home, we can."

Asher gave her a smile in return of her kiss, he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk right now or not, especially seeing how thick his accent was, he wasn't for sure if he or Chloe could understand what he said. He gave it a thought and gave a defeated smile, "Zorry." He told her, he knew that eating out was special to her. "Let'z juzt go home." He told her looking for their waiter, he wasn't leaving without food...even though Maudi had enough food for them already.

Chloe returned his smile. "It's okay," she replied reassuringly. She, too, looked around for the waiter, and once spotting them, she requested a box for Asher's food. Her soup was almost gone so there was no point in taking it home. After the waiter had returned with a box and the check, Chloe smiled up at him and thanked him. Once he was gone, she looked back at Asher, "I figured I should do the talking this time," she said with a giggle.

"Da." He said nodding his head in agreement. He scraped the rest of his pasta dish into the box and laid the garlic bread neatly beside it. He looked at the almost completely eaten salad, and made a face, he wasn't much of a salad eater anymore. "Ready?" he asked her as he began to scoot out of his seat to help her out of her side of the booth.

Chloe nodded her head and smiled at him. She slid out of her booth and stood up, adjusting her dress as she did so. Glancing outside, the sun had set now, and it occurred to her that it would probably be a bit chilly. Unfolding her sweater, she put it on and gave Asher one of her sweetest smiles. "Okay! Let's go home, love."

"Da." Asher answered once again as he stood up and stretched slightly. He picked up his take home box and placed the other hand on the small of Chloe's back once again, "Lead ze vay, darling." he told her giving her a little nudge to start walking towards the door.

Feeling the pressure of Asher's arm on her back, she began walking out of the restaurant. Once they were a few blocks away, she led them into a shadowy alley and, holding his hand, disapparated them to home.

Nathan smiled and nodded in agreement. “I'd love to.” And he didn't even mind picking up their virus. He could deal with a few itchy spots if it meant spending some quality time with his sons. They would have a right laugh throwing oatmeal at each other and making a jolly good mess for poor Tweet to clean up.

A fun day out for all the family. It was sometimes like being in charge of a party of school children having so many kids to watch out for.. but it was fun and the kids behaved themselves.. mostly. “We should have dinner out first. Make a whole evening of it.” He suggested. Egypt's next words caused him to snort so hard that wine came out of his nostrils. Matching outfits? Really? But... erh.. it appeared Egypt was deadly serious.. Ooops. He had the giggles now and it took a little while to get them under control. He wiped his oddly shaped nose on a spare napkin. "'s'cuse me.” He mumbled while grinning like a naughty school boy over the table at his wife. “We're not going to look like the Von Trapps, are we, love?” He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked as he teased his wife and started to laugh again. Oh.. dear.

Oh.. perhaps Egypt didn't like the idea of sharing. Less chocolate for her. Hehe. “We can always order two.” He said.. because sometimes the portions they served were tiny in these fancy restaurants.

So.. that was the end of discussion? Nathan cringed a bit. She didn't get it, did she? Urgh.. they used to be on the same wavelength, being able to read and understand each other so easily. One mere glance at Nathan and Egypt would know how he was feeling. See.. that was what was missing. That closeness and contentment and understanding. Nathan just had to learn to relax around Egypt again.. go with the flow. As much as he was pleased for Tommy and Excelsior, now seemed like a very odd time to tell him the news. He swallowed. “That's... that's fantastic.” He said trying to sound enthusiastic and not confused like he felt. This was terrible.. and it was all his fault because he wasn't all that great at expressing himself in words. He chewed at his bottom lip. “...I think we should take a holiday.” He said softly. “Get away from the stresses of work and every day life and spend some time alone as a family. I think it would help us all.” He met Egypt's eyes. “When I tell you I love you, I mean it... you know that, right? We were so good together before your mother...” He trailed off -Afia had almost succeeded in destroying it all. “Have you spoken to her?” He asked curiously.

Her smiled matched his smile. "You better wear a rain coat. It gets pretty messy in there. Paris is still upset over the oatmeal in her hair," Egypt had to giggle about that. She had bathed them once and had to admit it was a war zone in their and Ben and Devon had the time of their lives in the tub.

He was trying and Egypt loved him all the more for it. He was trying to mend his family back together and she would do all that she could to help. "Dinner would be nice we haven't been to New York in awhile. I think a stop at Dylan's Candy Bar would be nice as well." She would rather go to the candy store than to dinner, but she wanted her family to be together and if Nathan wanted the family to go to dinner she would go. "Some place fun for dinner since I am the only one that likes the posh places," she teased with a smile. Her perfectly arched eyebrow raised up as he laughed at her idea for matching outfits. She leaned back and watched as he laughed like a little boy looking remarkably like his sons. It was cute and Egypt had to smile but she tried to be serious. "No, you and the boys just have green cumber-buns. Paris and I have green cocktail dresses." Egypt told him simply. She thought it was right smart and everyone looked good.

He saw the look that flicker across her face. She was busted. "I think two would work better," she said with a slow blush creeping across her face and an innocent smile on her lips.

She sighed, this was awkward and it hurt. They were never like this. Their conversations used to just flow so naturally and from the first day they met it was pure magic. She wasn't going to let this happen. She wasn't going to lose her husband over something she didn't do. She was not going to let her mother win. She leaned forward and put her elbows on the table and her head in her hands and looked at her husband. Really looked at him. The way they used to just stare at each other and communicate without words. She held his gaze, her brown eyes boring into his. "Nathan," she finally said. "You are the same man you were a year ago." she told him. "Living without us changed what you did not who you are. You are still Nathan Greenwood, devoted father and totally loving husband. You haven't changed." She told him softly as she stroked the back of his hand. He was scared that he had grown used to living without his family and he wasn't the same person he was a year ago. Yes he had grown but under the unkept hair he was still her husband and her children's father. "We don't have to get away from the world to get back what we had, but me and the children will follow you to the ends of the earth Nathan." Truth be told Nathan didn't fair well in the heat and it was a constant source of entertainment to her and the children to see Nathan turn alls hades of red and blistering under the burning sun. "I will not let her win. She will not destroy my family." She wasn't about to let that happen. "I never doubted your love. Not once." And that was the truth.

She fixed him with a look. "I am not speaking to that woman." Egypt wasn't even going to acknowledge that Afia was her mother. Mother's didn't do things like that to their daughters when they were perfectly happy with a man who loved them.

Helena smiled kindly at Ryan. "Don't worry about it." She listened to him talk and she smiled again and looked down at her hands briefly before looking back to Ryan, "Navy ... I find, goes rather well with light blue." Helena also thanked the waiter, blushing lightly as she realised what she'd just said. She hoped Ryan wouldn't think much of it... but still, it was Ryan. He'd probably comment on it.

Tell him about her. Helena decided right away that leaving Luc out of this would be a good idea. Besides, it was nearly two years since she'd been in contact with him. "Well ... I'm originally from Bordeaux, but I live in the country near the Pennines now. I have two children... Robert and Iris." As Helena said these, she realised that she didn't have much of a French accent anymore, which was very strange considering the age she moved to England. "Other than French and English, I can also speak Latin and some Italian and German. I really enjoy reading and Greek Mythology; it fascinates me, as do Muggles." Helena tapped her fingers on the table, not touching her meal yet, as she thought about what else to share with Ryan, "Oh ... and I'm severly allergic to Nifflers." She smiled a little to Ryan at this fact ... Nifflers were pretty much the lowest and most embarrassing thing in the wizarding world to be allergic to.

Hopefully that cough did not annoy Helena. Plus what was with him and that coughing? He was not getting sick, was he? No, definitely not. Whatever. When the woman smiled at him Ryan did the same looking right straight into her eyes and totally ignoring the waiter as he poured their drinks and walked away.

It was impossible even for a man like Ryan not to get surprised at what she had said over their favourite colours. If she knew what she had said meant, since she was blushing she knew, the man had to confess that she proved to be a little bit faster than he was which was...cool with him. Actually that was great. () ''Actually they are the same colour with a different tone so, yes, there's no doubt on how compatible they are'' *smirk*

Then he started with his steak while he listened to her giving more and more interesting information about herself. She had two children but there were no word of a man in her life despite that. So, as the man figured out, he was right at that day in the cafeteria. Hehe. He could not help but smile to himself when he remembered the fight Helena put against him at that day. She had been lovely just like she was now. ''Wow you speak many languages, that's a great skill indeed and unless you are kissing nifflers everyday, i don't think being allergic to them would be of any importance''