They start walking out. "So, have you ever watched the original version?"

"Dad had a habit of getting me to watch every movie that had anything about adoption in it."

"And of course 'Chelle then had me watch her favourites."

"Well, that's the true meaning of friendship."

"Sharing the stuff you like with the other," another triplet butts in. "Also, hello."

"Also midnight raids to the kitchen to acquire snacks without Dad noticing."

"He always noticed."

"Parental extra sensory powers."

Parafi startles a little, looking concerned.

"It's not like he cared," 'Chelle says with a grin. (...Did her hair colour just change?)

"You hair just changed!" Says a girl that was being lead by Feliaris.

"Ooh, nice trick." Teronmas compliments, then to Parafi. "She didn't sound like it was a big deal."

"I'm fond of it," 'Chelle comments lightly. "He's right," she adds to Parafi. "Dad has an open kitchen policy. If it doesn't have a note on it, it's fair game."

"Which is good, because I swear his cooking is addictive."

It's hard to tell if Parafi believes that, but he nods, at least somewhat reassured.

By this point they are starting to make a headcount. There are not a lot of people in the lobby, so the task isn't all that complicated.

"Can we try it sometime?" Asks a child.

"I don't think her dad is a professional cook."

Parafi is very aware of the guy watching the triplets, but tries to shrug it off.

"Not professional, no. But if you ask him, he might. He does love cooking for lots of people..."

"Uh... in this case lots of people can be easily dozens, if we only count these kids-"

"It's okay." The kid adds a tad hastily.

"I mean, it's the sort of thing that gets on the level of paying him for his trouble."

"It's okay."

"Maybe your father would like to give a cooking class at the temple?" Feliaris asks 'Chelle.

"Dad regularly cooks enough that there's leftovers for days, even with me and 'Chelle eating three or four portions in our first sitting of the meal."

"I'll ask him, I'm pretty sure he'd be delighted to."

"Perfect, can I get your phone numbers then?"

"This has to be the fastest anyone's asked me for my number," Inara comments coyly.

"Actually, I think that prize still goes to the girl with the atrocious chat up lines."

Still, 'Chelle's pulling out a pad and pen and jotting their numbers down. "My Dad's as well," she says as she holds the piece of paper out.

Teronmas takes it, without a second comment from the chat up girl. One of the other minders who-was-totally-not-paying-attention fidgets uncomfortably.

"Thank you, second place is still pretty good where I am standing," he waves the little piece of paper before putting it away.

"I think," says a second child-minder, "we are ready to go to the temple then."