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Of course not.
Frankie doesn't even want cookies, does he?

Once Frankie finds himself a table, his mother appears as well.

He glances up with a faint smile.

"Good evening, Mother."

"Evening, Frankie." Desire studies him. "And what have you been up to?"

"Nothing, of course. As I'm quite certain you know."

His expression does not change. There's a faint smile that does not - quite - reach his eyes, and that is all.

"Tch."
Desire pulls a cigarette out of Regulus' gifted case, lighting up and offering one to her son. "I know, but clearly you want to talk. I wouldn't be here at the moment otherwise, snooks. Something on your mind?"

He accepts the cigarette, of course, and other than a raised eyebrow at the 'snooks' comment, appears to ignore Desire's words.

"I met my dear sister's boyfriend the other day. You've met him, surely? He seemed... easily flustered."

"Briefly," Desire agrees. "He seemed a little anxious, though I promised to be on my best behavior."

There is a moment of silence while his mother draws on her cigarette again, lazily blowing smoke hearts at the ceiling.

"Why?"

"Meg seemed to think I would hit on him, even though I'd said I wouldn't. I don't quite think she trusts us."

There's an ashtray on the table. It would appear as though it wants Frankie to look at it.

"Oh, she trusts us -- To be ourselves." Desire smirks. "Tch. As if I'd go back on my word."

His mother's smirk turns into a wicked flash of a grin. "Although I admit he is cute, in a geeky sort of way... I don't remember promising not to hit on him." Meg would no doubt attempt to kill her papi for it, but that goes without saying.
Desire is most likely teasing.

"Well, it's up to you, of course, Mother. As always."

If he had planned to say anything else in response to that, it is lost in cigarette smoke.

"Tch. Is it, now." That sounds like there's a problem there, doesn't it. "Speak up -- What's bothering my only son?"

"Am I?"

He raises an eyebrow at that, and leans back in the booth, stretching out his legs and resting against the wall.

He is barefoot, as the shoes he brought with him don't match the outfit, and there's no way he plans to wear sneakers again if he can help it.

"And whatever makes you think there's something bothering me, Mother?"

Desire doesn't answer the first question, choosing instead to watch Frankie through the smoke from her cigarette.

"Come now, pet. You're not yourself, and you wanted me here -- usually, a man only wants his mother when something's wrong." The Endless' expression twists, resembling a wry smile. "Talk to mummy. What do you need?"

*Look! It's fun for the whole family! Meg sees her father and brother, and ambles over happily, if with a certain degree of fatigue. However, her cheerful expression turns to one of concern as she eyes the two of them.*

You two look unusually and ridiculously serious. What's the matter?

He looks up with that same faint smile.

"Good evening, sister dear. Tempt you to a new vice?"

Not answering questions still. What is up with you, Frankie?

"She wouldn't want one. I've offered her one, myself."

Desire has begun to look a little put out: Meg's papi tilts a glance at her, vaguely scowling. No answers from one child, and the other... Your timing, petite.

I've got enough with the old ones, anyways, *Meg says vaguely, then cocks her head.* You know, I'm used to you two being vague - I think I got all the directness genes in the family - but this is even moreso than usual . . .

He chuckles softly, and pulls his legs far enough out of the way so that she has a place to sit, if she likes.

"And what is your point, my dear sister?"

"I'll be direct, petite. Your brother clearly wants to aggravate his mother. I am nearing the end of my patience, and think a drink is in order."

Desire takes a deep drag on the cigarette and sets it in the ashtray, breathing out the smoke in a huff: The Endless addresses Meg while glaring at Frankie. "Do you want anything, while I'm there?"

*Meg plops herself down, and blinks at Desire, in bemusement.*

Er - no, not really, just some coffee and I've got that. *She eyes Frankie, and her expression would be familiar to any sibling anywhere - oooh, are you in trouble, what did you do?*

"What, nothing to eat, Meg my dear?"

He raises an eyebrow at her, and sits up a bit more. Directing his gaze to his mother, still with eyebrow raised, he lifts an eyebrow in a shrug.

"My apologies, of course, Mother. I don't know."

Desire makes a sound that's noncommittal at best, and strolls off to the bar to leave the kids in relative peace.

*Meg shrugs.* Coffee for now, and maybe food a bit later - it's not really a habit, still, you know.

*She glances at Frankie.* So what was that all about?

He shrugs, and reaches one arm over calmly to poke her lightly in the ribs.

"Nothing important."

*Meg squeaks obligingly, pokes back automatically, and eyes him.*

Unimportant by whose definition?