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[clumsy_auror]

The flat isn't as quiet, this week. Everyone's stopped doing quite as much tiptoeing for fear of waking the baby; they're all getting used to one another and settling into a routine.

Chances there's someone puttering around in the kitchen, or working in the study, or playing in Sunny's room, or napping... anywhere there's a flat surface.

Visitors are welcome to stop by.

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[badinlatin]

Mal is beaming.

Not that Tonks or Bernard will be able to see it unless they open the door at the sound of his knocking.

[clumsy_auror]

Tonks opens the door a crack, and then rather beams, herself, before flinging wide the door. "Mal! Good to see you, mate."

[badinlatin]

That grin doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon.

"Dora, hey." Mal gives Tonks a quick hug in greeting, in which there might be a noticable blur of a blue paper gift bag to her keen eye.

Mal pulls back after a second, offering a second 'accidental' flash of the bag. "How's everyone? I wanted to come by and take a peek at the new lil' one if I could."

[clumsy_auror]

"We're all doing passably well, thanks," she replies with a grin, waving him inside. "The young master and I were just having a bit of a picnic in front of the fire."

A large soft blanket is spread between the sofa and the fireplace, and Anthony is laying on his back, legs and arms flailing idly, wide awake and watchful. A tray with a pot of tea and some shortbread rests a safe distance away.

[balletrat]

*There's a few seconds of whispered giggling and conferral outside the door of the Tonks-Wrangle flat, before the knock comes on the door.

That's because Meg and Amy are standing there, holding a large tray piled high with an ill-assorted variety of food - chili, stew, chicken, pop-tarts, and chocolate-chip cookies, to be exact.*

[clumsy_auror]

The door opens, and Tonks grins. "Hey, girls, I--"

Then she blinks at the food.

"...Dear Merlin it looks like the kitchen exploded on that tray."

[kitchen_maid]

"Hello," says Amy, brightly. "We brought food from the party. We promised Bernard we would. And we didn't make any of it, so it's perfectly safe to eat."

[clumsy_auror]

"Oh! Right! Well," she continues, stepping aside to let them in, "who am I to stand in the way of food?"

[gonna_live]

This, of course, doesn't mean the knock on the door isn't quiet. And by 'quiet' I mean 'not pounding'.

You learn how to do such things when you share living space with seven other people. Sometimes people take naps at odd times of day. And when those other people know where you sleep...well. Let's just say that, uh, you pick up social skills very, very fast.

Not that Kaylee would ever be bad about that. Kaylee is a saint.

Or a bodhisattva, anyway. If you're Monkey.

Anyway. So, uh. This whole knocking thing.

[clumsy_auror]

The door opens, after a few moments, to reveal a witch with a baby in her arms, and a pair of tiny socks clutched in her hands. Anthony kicks his bare feet energetically, evidently rather pleased at having them hanging out in the breeze.

"Kaylee, hey!" Tonks grins warmly, and waves her inside. "Good to see you. Congratulations, by the way. Thanks for sparing Simon for a while that weekend."

[gonna_live]

"Xiexie. Not like I would have, not ever, but it ain't exactly the kind of thing you can say no to -- "

"Well. Look at you."

This last to Anthony.

Kaylee is enchanted.

[clumsy_auror]

Anthony eyes Kaylee for a moment, and then turns his face into Tonks' neck, hiding just a little.

"He's a bit shy," she says, grinning. "C'mon in, have a seat -- need to get some socks on him. Don't ask what he did to the others."

As she leads the way over to the red squashy couch, Anthony peers over his mum's shoulder at Kaylee again.

He's Curious.

[creator_raven]

There is a brisk knock at the door.

It is not rapping.

People have to earn rapping.

Usually by being stupid. It is a hazard.

[clumsy_auror]

It's probably impolite to answer the door with a full mouth, but these caramel-chocolate-chip cookies Bernard made are really chewy. In a good way.

Tonks grins and motions for him to come inside, chewing as quickly as she can.

[creator_raven]

Raven enters obediently, head tilted just a bit to peer inquisitively at Tonks.

"It is best, I think, to offer you congratulations as well, yes?"

He blinks.

"Also the walking is a good sign."

[clumsy_auror]

Chew, chew, chew, swallow.

Grin.

"Cheers, Raven. And yes, walking and everything. Truly a miracle, I am. Milk? And there's some nice things to cure a sweet tooth, if you've got one."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna knocks firmly and takes a step back, stretching her arms overhead. Adam had wanted to come along and formally greet Anthony, but there is business to be discussed. Besides, they could always come back later.

Not that she's hiding from a newborn. Oh, no. Not at all. That would be ridiculous.

She drops her arms and blinks at the door.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

After a moment, the door opens to reveal a slightly disheveled Bernard.

"Hey. Anything blow up?"

[the_lioness]

*Eyebrows shooting up toward her hairline, Alanna looks back toward the bar, then at Bernard.*

No, but knowing you as I do, I'm not sure if you'd be happier with a 'no' or a 'yes.' Actually, I was wondering if we could discuss possible co-heads. Unless now isn't a good time?

*She blinks and wonders if there ever IS a good time when newborns are concerned.*

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

Alanna had said to stop by the barman's flat around mid-afternoon, so here he is knocking on the door.

She had neglected to mention why he should be dropping by, however. Liam's not stupid; he knows it probably has something to do with his new job on Security... but that doesn't explain why Alanna is hovering a few steps away grinning.

It's a little unsettling.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

After a few moments, the door swings open, and an unshaven Barman grins out.

"Hey."

[shang-dragon.livejournal.com]

He nods at redhead standing a few feet away. "The Lioness said I should come by." Liam glances over Bernard's shoulder with a smile. "Is it safe?"

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

Inara has meant to come before now, but the only contact she's had with Bernard was during the Academy attack and that doesn't exactly make for happy memories. But she's secretly a sucker for babies, which explains the beautifully wrapped red onsie she's carrying.

She takes a breath, then knocks gently on the door.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

After a few moments, Bernard opens the door, smiling.

"Hi."

He... sort of knows her.

[ff-ambassador.livejournal.com]

She curtsies deeply, then straightens and smiles. "Hello, Bernard. I'm Inara Serra, from the ship Serenity. I'm sorry to just drop by like this, but I had heard your wife recently gave birth and..." she hesitates for a moment, then goes on, "I've never properly thanked you for all you've done for us."