Ciaran's rush for clothes was matched by Emilie's mad dash for the closet-- though she at least was getting new clothes to throw on. There were just some things you did not wear around your dad.

After a mad search for normal underwear, she slipped a t-shirt on, tugging it down at the sides. She was just about to answer said question when hushed giggles could be heard from outside of her doorway. There was a sound of running footsteps heading away from her door. She could faintly hear Mia yelling 'Daaaaaaaaaaaaaddyyyy;' that treacherous little wench.

"Three someones," Emilie finally replied, deadpan.