Gabby was so happy that she thought she might burst and it was all because of Archer and their baby. She might end up crying at any moment, but they would be happy tears combined with hormones. So many hormones lately. As he took a lick and said that it was satisfying, she laughed. "WELL, I'm eating for two." Their daughter wanted ice cream so Gabby wanted it as well. It was really good too. She'd share with him though; she'd do anything for him.

SNORT. "You're a bit alright yourself," she responded as she playfully wiggled her eyebrows. He was a lot more than alright... and he was rubbing her belly. Gabby LOVED when he did that. "She is, but daddy is taking some." HAHA! It was okay though because she was sharing. She just wanted to have a bit of fun. SEE??? He was taking another lick of the salted caramel one. "And you look handsome and yummy," she said as she gave him a kiss.

Aadil shook his head at her. "You could have waited until you were done chew your food." Children were so difficult to work with.

What was this child talking about? Weird? What was weird about any of this other than her own words she was spilling all over the place. "It says up on the menu," he began as he pointed at the menu. "that they are selling corndogs." He had never eaten or seen a corndog in his lifetime so he was pretty sure it was something along the lines of corn on the cob in the shape of a dog. "What you have miss, is not a corn dog. It is not a corn on the cob in the shape of a dog." As he had stated before he wanted his corn dog to be shaped like a poodle. "Obsession? What obsession? I am a dog owner." Was that a bad thing in this area of the world?

"Keeper...oh in the match today." He had nearly forgotten why he was even here today. "Good luck and buy a magic carpet at the vendor." There was no harm in trying to promote his business. "I am Aadil A. Al-Abbasi." Introductions over.

Ruari's mouth opened, ready to give protest but in the split second it took her to come up with something, she realized he might have had a point. Hadn't her Mam always told her about that? Only, it was more like it being rude to talk with your mouth full. Yeah...sounded familiar.

Not needing to come up with a riveting comeback, however, gave her time to consider the next thing he'd said. "Oi." The 14 year old almost sounded exasperated. "Ar' ye always dis li'eral when ye talk abou' food? Dere's dis country's tha' has a dish called 'mountain chicken'. Reckon ye'd be expectin' real chicken, wouldn' ye?" If he reacted this disappointed to the fact the snack wasn't shaped like a dog, how much more so would he be when he found out the chicken was frog???

And how did he not know the obsession she was talking? It must have been true. Addicts never knew when they were addicted. "Hate t'be th' one t' break it t' ye, Mister, bu' wit' th' way ye were ramblin' jus' now, i' sounded like ye had a proper probl'm o' sorts." You know...instead of just mild surprise at finding out the food wouldn't look like a dog...which would have been...a far more acceptable reaction, y'know? "What' sor' o' dog ye go'???" Did he have pictures? Could she SEE?? Doggies were the best--

Eh? Flying carpets? With a name like that, it was a wonder he was making any sales! "I'd love t', bu' I don' reckon my mam will like ye sellin' me one o' dose an' I haven't go' flyin' carpet money. Jus' enough galleons t' make sure I don' starve before di match starts." So....sorry? "Ye can always give me one, fer free. It'd be good publicity, i' would. An up an' comin' Quidditch Player, ridin' one o' yer carpets! Can't ye see i'??"

Ella caught sight of another young mom and couldn't help but smile a little, amused by the interaction. It took her a moment to realize that said mother wasn't a stranger at all, but a friend.

"Elise?" Cecelia followed suit by babbling something similar, making her mother pause to smile at the tiny girl in her arms. She was trying so hard to speak these days and all Ella wanted to do was hear her succeed.

Moving closer, the former badger's face lit up when she found that she was correct. "Oh my gosh, Elise, they're beautiful!" Also, good on her for bringing not one, but TWO babies to a match. Brave soul, Elise was.

The concession stand was, well, what you would except for a quidditch event right? The day was almost relaxing it wasn’t like she couldn’t just sit there watching people with her legs stretched out in front of her and a cold glass of her favorite butterbeer in hand. Where on earth was that flat mate of hers? He was probably off flirting with people…right? That’s what they did wasn’t it?

Glancing over at the display of food for sale she just groaned. Uh. There was no way she wanted something hot today…well, a corn dog might be nice…but she would wait for that one until she needed a refresher of her handy little drink. C’mon where was Chance?

He hadn't stood her up for their friendly little outing had he? She huffed blowing a section of hair out of her face before returning to the task at hand. "What is he up to?" She laughed almost giving sitting there but sitting, merlin was that needed with the heat and all the little kids running around.

FOOOOOOOD!!!
Puckster had invited him to go out to this Quidditch thing. Clari was being taken care of by the Diggory's. Thank Merlin for his "family". He didn't know what she would do without them. Of course, Clari pouted but she couldn't come. This was a wizarding event and unfortunately, she wasn't invited.

Not that Chance minded ... Toooooo much. When he wasn't working, or DJing here or there, he was watching her. Not that he minded that either, but it was nice to get out and about without her.

And of course, Puckster had the brilliant idea of meeting at the food. She knew him so well. Heading that way, Chance looked for his flat mate, and spotted her looking disgruntled at some kids. "Keep your face like that, it'll get permanent." He said teasingly to her. He snagged a corn dog and bit into it.

Nate was more or so half asleep as Corb dragged him out for te quidditch thing. Yawning, he followed behind his best friend and looked around at the food as they entered. Trying to decide on what to eat first, the mention of fire whiskey caught his attention. "Um considering we're in the ministry and your dad works here, that'd be a big no. Plus, too many eyes everywhere," Nathan spoke, looking at all the adults who'd brought along their kids to the event. Maybe they'd do that back home in his treehouse or something.

"I want a corn dog, and a funnel cake," Yup, that was about it.

It wasn’t that she knew him too well, it was that she was nearly always hungry. There had to be something with Gryffindors…or maybe it was because she’d been actively lately running from class to class. Pushing her glasses down on her nose she turned to look over at Chance and tried not to laugh.

Futile. Not laughing with Chance made about as much sense as the world continuing to function after the sun exploded. Impossible. “Aw…but if it stays like this then all the unwanted people will know to stay away” she purposefully frowned before cracking a smile at him again. “Its too bad Clari can’t be here,” she shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

“They are just so sticky and loud” she shrugged “I don’t even know why I had thought about wanting one in the future” obviously it was due to a potions accident. Something had made her consider having a parasite of her own. Clari was fine. She was old enough to not be annoying and well…she’d already had a tough go as it was? She’d of course always offer to be like a sister to the girl because if she needed it she’d be there for her. “So? I brought snacks for later…my famous gummy bears” she informed him with a grin “so we can have fun while watching the game” she grinned.

Sitting there for a moment she eyed her friend and flat mate before sighing. “You’d think they’d have games somewhere here? For all the little…kids” she shrugged and looked around at them again…okay maybe she didn’t hate them she just wasn’t ready for one and merlin was she happy about that.

Babies were a lot more fun when they weren't yours, Elise decided. It was an opinion she would pretend wasn't hers at all if anyone asked, but right now, if this wasn't her infant, she would pry her hair out of his grasp and hand him over to his mother. Unfortunately, that wasn't possible if you were the mother. People just handed them to you when they got fussy and most of the time, you have no idea what to do with them either. Chris would probably take them but he was getting used to the height of the box seats, even though she told him at least a million times not to look down but did he listen? Noooooooo. Of course not.

She only barely registered someone calling her name over now-two infants pulling at her hair and was faced with the immediate decision between fighting on and making a run for it and pretending she wasn't actually Elise Fairfield, English National Beater. Until she recognized the voice. Followed by baby babbling that sounded more like Lily than Elise, but she'd take it. "Ella!" she grinned, turning towards the sound with her head inclined at a slightly awkward angle. "Thank you, I made them!" Worst nine months of her life, pregnancy was, but that was how one responded to compliments like that, right? "Is that Cecelia? She's so grown!" Hellooooo, baby that was not hers!

He couldn't disagree with her there. "I know you are. I better not steal any more ice cream then. One for you, and one for our little sprout." Sprouts needed to grow, he knew that. He was waiting for lunch, but he wanted to make sure Gabby had eaten at least something before he brought up the idea of hot food. Because hot food had a strong smell, and it might mean he would have to set her down where their seats were and go get himself some food to prevent her from feeling sick.

He laughed, "Yeah I can't say I disagree," with a wiggle of his own eyebrows. Still laughing, he licked the ice cream again. "Sorry baby, you mummy and daddy both like ice cream. You'll have to learn to eat yours before we get to it." That was IF they had a child who loved sweets. But of course they would. He smiled at her. Well, they were clearly going to be having a gorgeous child. Their genes surely wouldn't produce a mutant. But even if it did, Archer would love it like no other. But the thoughts of becoming a father were a bit nerve wracking. He hoped he would do a good job of it. It was something he was very much looking forward to doing, and something he was enjoying already, and only wanted to do it with Gabby.

Food! Megan was practically dragging her girlfriend by their joined hands to the food section of the event. "I want to try everything,'' Megan was saying to Yuna. "A little of this, a little of that, all the foreign foods...'' She trailed off as they arrived, her eyes delightedly scanning the good things available for their purchase.

"I hope you brought extra money, Yuna. I'm going to spend everything I have right here.'' Which should she buy first? What did she want to eat the most? Oh, the choices! "Help me,'' she told her girlfriend. "Help me make up my mind.'' If she had her own way, Megan would probably snatch up everything and run off.

Heh. Chance could always make Puck laugh. Lately, with them being flatmates, he got her laughing a lot. It was nice, them living together. It took a lot of stress off of him. He didn't have to work as hard to support him and Clari. It was nice to have some relaxation time. Whether that be going out, or staying in watching movies and making popcorn balls with the girls.

"Oi, be nice to the younglins Puckster. They can't help it. Not all of them can be as awesome as Clari. " Chance said, a smirk playing on his lips. Yes, he was biased. Clari was his favorite person, hands down. Even if she got on his nerves a lot. "i wish she could have come too. She told us to take pictures though. So..." Chance handed her a camera that he hd stored in his pocket. Of course, it was he magical kind. Clari liked watching the photos move.

"I haven't gotten a chance to look around yet. What all do they have to offer? Besides food. Even though I love food." Chance didn't need to tell her that. He was sure that she knew. They did share the shopping list.

Jalo had some time before the match as his team was given permission to wander off. Enough time for fuel and perhaps getting acquainted with others. He had one in mind from back home, but given the current location their presence here would be a unexpected yet pleasant surprise. And now the food area.

Jalo eyed the plates and servings of food. Hmm.. very nice. Despite this thought he was slightly disappointed in the lack of cookies provided. Luckily he always kept his own stash, but those were saved for dire emergencies....

This would count as one, yes? Reaching into one of his pockets was a nice tender oatmeal raisin-flavoured. Mm. Chewing, his eyes searched around lazily observing the remainder of area.

Summer time was always off season, but Giles didn't really like to be away from the pitch that much, so knowing they were getting the youth tournaments he couldn't help but get tickets. Hoping Esme was feeling up to it he was excited to see what the youth teams were like. They could be future teammates, but that was making him feel old so he stopped thinking that way and headed into the concession area.

He knew Esme might be thirsty on the hot day and possibly baby was making her hungry. "Want something to eat sweetie?" Smiling he looked at Eliana in her stroller. "What about you, would you like a bottle?" Their adopted daughter seemed very happy watching the people and the mascots. Turning to Esme he smiled, "This is fun. I'm glad we came. I've seen quite a few players around." It was nice to see people out. Stopping for just a few autographs, he'd say it was a great time.

Yep. Laughter that was one of the major perks of living with Chance. Constant laughter. “Oh I’m not being mean to them Chance…its not like they know what I was saying” she chuckled before leaning closer to him “and it’s the truth…remember all the situations the first years got into back at Hogwarts?” She asked and grinned over to her flatmate.

“I wish that she could be here…she’s a great kid” she smiled over to him. “So? What do we want to take photos of?” She asked and looked around. “Oh…there is a petting zoo….oh and y’know they do have the actual game…oh and flying carpets?” She shrugged and grinned over to him. “We should pick one up!” She beamed and at him “we should pick up a flying carpet!” She beamed over to him.

Gabby smiled though she knew that he might take some more of her ice cream. She didn't mind in the least. "You can have as much as you want. I'd share anything with you." So long as baby got enough it was okay. Not like they didn't have ice cream at home... "Oh, and I took some more of the potion that Zhenya made so it should be fine to get lunch." She knew that he waited for her to be okay before he ate normal food - especially when it was hot.

Uh huh. Gabby shook her head in amusement. "Well, I am more than alright too." For the moment at least... Not so much when she was all FAT. "I'm going to be as big as a house." Pout. She wanted her little Princess but she didn't want to be FAT. "Daddy is so funny isn't he?" Haha, he really WAS. She shook her head at him and then had a sudden thought. "I think we should stay at the house in London. I really don't want to apparate..." She HATED the city but the baby was more than worth it. If anything happened... She didn't even want to think about it.

How was the krumkake?

"It's good." She nodded. "Kinda reminds me of the biscuit roll that my grandma used to make." Such a random statement, wasn't it? But her eyes looked around at the other food too, something more than just a snack. Sure, this krumkake was such a nice snack but somehow her appetite wanted more. "Have you tried anything else?" The half-Irish asked. Maybe the thing that looked like a meat cake or anything else?

Marseille? Her name sounded French though, but she wasn't a French... Oh, the keeper of Norwegian? It's so interesting meeting the opponent outside the match. "I'm Laura, the beater for Irish team." Hope she didn't feel awkward to meet her.

Aaahhh, so the other girl liked it. Marseille smiled at her. She was proud of course. Krumkake was one of Norway's pride. It was great to see other people from different ethnicities appreciate what her country was to offer to the rest of the world. "I knew you'd like eet," the Keeper said with a nod. "I zee... Eet makes you miss home a little beet then? I miss mine too." Sure, England was a great place. No doubt on that. But nothing ever beats Norway for her.

She had met a player from the opposing team! Marseille wasn't really sure how to react, but she tried to keep her cool. She didn't want to get into trouble with their manager. She had just turned fifteen after all, and she couldn't afford to possibly lose her spot in the U17 team for a simple mistake. "Vell, nice to meet you, Laura," Marseille said. Just don't take out anyone from her team, yeah? Minor injuries if possible. "Good luck later in ze match." Such sportsmanship, Marseille thought.

Honestly he was waiting for some sly teenager comeback but it didn't look like that was going to happen at all. How strange or better yet, how rare to not hear something spilt out of a teenagers mouth. It was music to his ears to be honest.

"Literal? No but I expected something different when the menu was saying they had corn dogs." He was just disappointed. What was the point in even eating here when there wasn't any taste worthy food. Now she was talking about chicken. What was that even about? He would have to give him a piece of his mind next year for better food. Was there even going to be a next year? "Those muggles have candies shaped like birds and rabbits so why can't there be something shaped like dogs?" What about the candy they had? Chocolate frogs, how could one even eat of those chocolates once it hopped. "I've got a Poodle." His lovely, beautiful Poodle.

"Good publicity?" He had to admit that she really did have a point. "Would you be playing in the pros anytime soon?" If not then he could find a pro Quidditch player that people actually know.

Yuna was thrilled about going to the event with Megan. This was like big time stuff! Her cousin was around somewhere with his girl too. Great date you games were. So of course Yuna had to dress to the nines so Megan could show her off. A cute black romper that plunged in the front and back with the outsides of the legs open was her weapon of choice. It showed off a lot of her perfect skin. Match open strappy heels with it and her super star rose tinted sunglasses...... Yup she was her girl's prize today.

She was lead off happily and pranced by Megan's side. " Why do we have to choose? Let's get one of everything! Ooohhh I want seaweed water! It's totally the best!" She was her usual bubbly, giggly, happy self whenever Megan was with her. Her girl was like the Best and deserved the whole food cart if she wanted it okay? And like Megan hadn't learned she'd buy like everything....

Working as a vendor could be hard work, especially when one hadn't eaten in a while. It was time for Farwaris to get something to eat before returning to his post. While he was at it he might as well try to get some more business. Magical carpets were a booming form of transportation after all and people wanted to get in on it.

Approaching the concession stands, he looked to see what was good to eat. Corn dogs? Ehhhh... what on earth was Tiramisu? O_o Sounded weird and he wasn't sure if he wanted to try it out. Maybe better to stick with something that he could pronounce. French fries it was then! After making the purchase, he happily nommed on them while looking around at all the different people assembled. Aaah, there was Aadil talking to a a potential customer.

Maybe he should start drumming for business now...

"Anyone interested in buying a magic carpet?" he called out so that he could be heard in the crowd.

Ella couldn't help but laugh at that exclamation, amused. "Nicely done?" What even were you meant to say to something like that? Cecelia seemed to know as she was babbling away, eyes on the two infants. The blonde smiled, overwhelmed by the cute happening, before turning her attention back to the woman across form her.

"Too grown if you ask me," The former badger said seriously. "She's a mover, this one. Likes to make her mum chase her all around the house." But the kid was content to stay right by Alec's side when he was home. Complete and total daddy's girl. It was the sweetest thing and Ella couldn't even find it in her to be bothered by it. "What about these two, keeping you on your toes?" She couldn't help but smile, remembering when C had been that small. Sleep hadn't been a thing back then.

Pft. It was a wonder that Puckster was so good with Clari. Chance hadn't been worried when he moved in. Clari was..... More mature for her age. She saw things differently and had an attitude to boot. Her and Puckster got along great. Often liked to pick on him too. Teaming up on poor Chance. He needed another boy to move in. Where was Cutty? He bet he could get him to move in.

"As long as you're nice to Clari I'm good." Chance told her as he grabbed another corn dog. She saw her lean in and half grinned. "Hey, those were the good old days." Pranks, they were a thing.

Is in the middle of eating the corn dog and moved his head in next to hers. He snapped a picture. There. Them eating. "Not sure. Us having fun?" He wasn't exactly sure what to take pictures of but of course he would take pictures of whatever he could.

Did someone say magic carpet? "we NEED one of those. Especially for Clari. Just imagine her on it." Chance could. All the fun.

Puck just grinned when he mentioned that she had to be nice to Clari. “Oh please, she’s great….and she’s been through a lot already?” It was kind of like she had an easier time relating to the twelve year old muggle girl. “Remember the prank we did back in like fourth or fifth year?” She asked and grinned over to him.

“When we set up that prank to have all the alarm clocks go off?” She asked and grinned over to him. Gosh, those were the days. No one knew where they were and the chaos that ensued. When he took the photo of them eating she couldn’t help but laugh. “We should take another with us doing silly faces so Clari can just laugh at us being weird?” She grinned over to him and glanced over at him, really, he was her best friend.

“YES! We do need one! Well…we could always make a hammock in the loft out of one? Have it hover about?...or you know just boy a swinging chair hammock thing?” She offered with a grin. “But Clari will love it!” Puck grinned at him. “Not to mention they could really fun” she smirked slightly and grinned to herself with the ideas of what they could do with it…floating around the apartments giving no…right she needed to stay in the moment. Not daydream about day to day life with her own flying carpet.

Chance couldn't help but agree with Puck. His little sister had been through so much for someone who was only 12. She was still going through it. Who in their right mind, would want to live with their magical older brother who was working and going to school? He barely had time for her during the school year. Thank Merlin for the Diggorys and Puckster.

"She has. Thts why I'm glad we have a secure place to stay and people to help us." Chance said to Puck. He gave her a light nudge to show his appreciation. That was a moment.

"Yes! Funny faces!" That would be easy. Chance was good at those. he moved his face in close to Puck again and started making funny faces and snapping pictures. When he was done, he took a look and laughed. "She will like these. I'll have to get her pictures of the petting zoo too. She would love to see all the animals."

Yes. That magic carpet was an exceptional idea. "Arent they illegal to have though?" Chance wanted to make sure. He needed to make sure how much trouble he could get in and how much caution he needed to take. Because there were allllll sorts of reasons to get a magic carpet.