Michael was pacing about the apartment trying to decide whether everything was ready. By the Christmas tree were two neat stacks of presents ready to be summoned away, one with presents for Iden's family and one with presents for Michael's family. On the hob were several dishes keeping warm until brunch at Iden's mum's house. In the refrigerator were several more dishes keeping cool until dinner at Michael's parents' house.
"Iden, are you ready to go?" Michael called from the kitchen.
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Moira smiled and took a seat on the couch. She'd heard all about Michael's tattoo, but was going to let her older boy walk into any embarrassment he felt like causing himself by discounting Iden. Oliver had become a bit of a prat lately, and he needed to be taken down a peg.
Oliver looked skeptical. "Real people are letting him experiment on their skin? Has he been paying them?"
Iden arranged the food on the kitchen counters and put the presents in a manageable pile, preparing to carry them to the livingroom.
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