15747/Some Changes Are Good

Some Changes Are Good
Date of Scene:	29 August 2023
Location:	Camilleri Condo
Synopsis:	Priscilla gives Henry some good news about family and lineages.
Cast of Characters:	Priscilla Camilleri, Henry McCoy

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Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
October was just around the corner really and Priscilla didn't make any tries to hide her love of Halloween decorations. Even if the condo building wouldn't let them decorate. Boo them. She'd managed to start buying a few pieces for the office at home and her one at the building, but other than that she was keeping it fairly contained this year.

Just this year.

She'd picked up their favorite dinner on her way home from work and told him she had a few things she wanted to discuss with him.

Oh no, it's the dreading rewording of 'we need to talk.'.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Unfortunately, for as smart and intelligent as Henry is, those words or the suggestion always strike fear in his heart when spoken by a partner. His heart was his weakness, and if he thought things were about to get bad - he almost always assumed the worst. It wasn't anything logical, just... feelings.

He'd made sure the condo was clear of any errant fur, tidyed up and made sure the plates and silverware were set out for her. The man waited then, sitting on the sofa with a book. At least it would take his mind off of things as he read!

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla doesn't enter with a lot of fanfare, but she does enter with her usual ditch her heels at the door and then settle dinner down on the table before she seeks out where her other half is. When she sees him on the couch with the book she makes her way over to sit down by him and leans in to kiss his cheek warmly, "You look like you are having a bit of a worry my love." she tells him.

She offers her hand to him and smiles, "Dinner is nice and hot, come and eat while we talk, how was your day?" she asks him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
Henry looks up, leaning in to the kiss as she sits beside him. "Well, you said we should talk..." He starts out, glancing over to her. "That usually ends poorly from past experiences." He admits, a sheepish grin. The book is set down, bookmark in place, and he slowly gets to his feet.

"I've set out the plates and silverware. What would you like to drink, love?" He asks, offering her his hand to help her up.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives him an apologetic look, "I didn't mean to word it like that. I just wanted to go over some things and to let you know that my father called today and we talked at length about situations that would be changing." she admits. "I've no intention of leaving you until you're tired of me." she adds with a bit of a beaming smile as she squeezes his hand warmly.

"Thank you for setting out dinner plates." she tells him. "I'll take wine, any is fine." she grins at him as she gets to her feet. Then she's moving over to get food and start opening containers.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's a nod from Henry, a look of relief. Kind of. "What situations? And your father needs something?" Henry asks, even as he moves to open a bottle of wine as she gets the dinner ready. "And I am certainly not going to grow tired of you, Priscilla." A wry grin over to her.

Two glasses are set out, with the wine being left to breathe on the counter. "Is he concerned about what happened with those mercenaries?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
"It is situations with the county that my father has been over seeing since he was quite young. There are plans that are moving forward that would see it go to a more updated version of the political scheme in England and things. My father is willing to do this. This means that when he retired or died that he'd still have his title and titles would be passed to me and my children as well, but we'd no longer be working or things of that nature." she explains.

"It means I won't have to spend most of my time in Malta and I rather like not having to ask if you want to stay in the states or move home with me." she muses to that as she dishes food up.

"He is concerned about the mercenaries, but that is because we have our own sort of issues with people like them." she admits.

Henry McCoy has posed:
The Beast watches as she starts dishing up the food, listening closely as she mentions the titles, and such. "So... should I ask after what titles you might be inheriting?" He grins, looking more relieved at the mention of staying in the states. He wasn't opposed to other places, but... his family was here. Blood and friends alike.

"Hopefully the mercenaries from the incident recognize the futility of their actions. And if they don't, I'll have to use more force to get that point across."

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla takes a seat at the table and invites him to sit across from her. Or besides her. His choice. She gives a chuckle as he asks on titles, "Countess will be an inherited title and I can pass it on to my children as well. I also have my Doctor and Dame titles." she grins at that. "The take away from the Nobility easing up is I am free to persue who I want to." she gives him a wink.

"Given they've not tried to attack the apartment or either of us since it did occur, I am hoping they did see the futility...or they might be catching up." she sighs softly.

"How was your day?" she asks him with a bit of a grin, trying not to make everything too heavy.

Henry McCoy has posed:
There's an 'oh' from Henry. "Will I need to be vetted, then?" He wonders, clearly amused at the thought. "I mean, your father won't be upset at you seeing me, will he?" He is a very obvious mutant, after all. The children talk has him blushing a bit. "They would be counts or countesses?" He teases.

The talk of the mercenaries goes to the wayside. "It was a good day. I was able to finally sum up some of my theories and send them to my peers for review. How was yours?" He asks, settling down across from her and tucking a napkin across his lap.

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
Priscilla gives a look to him and there is a smile that softens her features, "Henry, I am sure my father has already vetted you. If he did not approve of you, we would know it. He is an supporter of Mutants and an ally." she explains to him. "We did spend Christmas with them and he's seen you since then." she reminds him with a smile. His blush makes her smile brighten a bit, "Well, they would be Lords and Ladies until I died." she admits.

"And if we were married you'd be given the choice to have your title of Count or Lord. You don't have to take them, but they would be offered of course." she points out.

Then she's tucking into dinner and listening to him, "That sounds like a very productive day indeed." she grins to him.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He nods, recalling the visit. Still, he's always concerned about how his appearance will negatively affect her or her family. It's habit for him. "I know, love. I worry, though. It is part of who I am, I suppose." His hand reaches over to brush against hers. "Lords and Ladies. So, if your child is a Lord or Lady, do you as their mother have to address them as such?" He teases.

More blushing at the thought of marriage and titles. He doesn't add anything to that.

"It was a good day, yes. How about yourself? Aside from the news from your Father?"

Priscilla Camilleri has posed:
"Henry, your appearance doesn't define you. Your actions do. While I know that is easier for me to say, I promise that my father has said nothing but very nice things about you and is looking forward to getting to know you more." Priscilla tells him with a soft smile. "And I for one think that you are extremely handsome." she points out. "And no, I never got called Lady by my parents and I don't use their titles either." she tells him.

"It was a good day for the most part, preparing for more studies to be published. And the call from my father was an unexpected, but welcome surprise." she admits to that.

Henry McCoy has posed:
He sits up straighter, grinning toothily to her. "I do appreciate the compliment, Priscilla. You are of course, angelic." A wink to her. "Both in actions and in beauty." He purrs, taking a few bites of his dinner.

"I suspected as much on the titles, but I admit it gives me a bit of a giggle to imagine those titles being used in the home life." A snicker.

"It sounds like today was one of those wonderful days where things are going right. And I will knock on wood, as well." He taps his knuckles on the table.