bloodsong1 | Level of details, level of details,

So no idea. Oh well, running with what I've got.

"Kev! We're here!" Eva called, shoving open the back door. I grabbed a dishtowel to wipe my hands and moved to the archway between the kitchen and the laundry room.

"Come on in!" I called. Eva entered first, waving while carrying a bulging Wegman's bag. Behind her, Patrick nodded before turning to close the back door. I swept Eva into a big hug.

"I'm so glad you came down early," I said, letting her go. She smiled, patting my arm.

"I'm so glad you invited us!" She stepped aside so Patrick could hug me, clapping me twice on the back for good measure. I grinned as we released each other and pointed to the round table sitting between two windows.

"Stash your goodies and I'll take you on a quick tour before dinner." Patrick dropped the suitcases under the table. Eva glanced around.

"My goodness!" She exclaimed. "What a wonderful kitchen! It's so masculine and Witchy and..."

"Lord of the manor?" Patrick asked. I grinned and walked over to a large armoire.

"Behold! The fridge," I announced, pulling open a door to reveal the refrigerator.

"How clever!" Eva gushed, unloading her bag into the crisper. My grin only got wider as I showed them the stove and dishwasher, also hidden behind wood paneling.

"Explain the hearth?" Patrick asked, tapping the cast iron cauldron sitting on the slate in front of the largest fireplace I could fit in the kitchen. Kindling was already laid out, a stack of wood was tucked off to the side, and there was an iron spit as well as installed swinging hooks for the cauldron.

"Lord of the Manor," I replied. Patrick snickered. "Come on, let me show you where you'll be sleeping." Patrick grabbed the suitcases and I led the couple out of the kitchen to the small guest room, done up in pale blue and ivory. Patrick left the suitcases next to the full sized bed and I showed them the connecting bath, then up the hall to the front. My house had been converted to apartments several decades before I bought the property. It had been rather trying, turning out the tenants so I could do the necessary restoration to a single family dwelling. There had been a lot of knocking down walls and removing kitchen appliances.

"Here's the living room," I said, opening the glass French doors. Leather seating, wrought iron tables, Tiffany replica lamps, a marble bar and matching fireplace.

"How lovely! You've put a lot of work into this, I'm so impressed!" Eva bounced into the room, examining everything closely. Patrick followed, pausing at the bar to examine the wine selection.

"Feel free to choose something for dinner," I suggested, moving to the archway connecting the living and dining rooms. Patrick rubbed his hands gleefully while Eva joined me, rolling her eyes theatrically.

"You're feeding his obsession," She accused playfully. I pointed out the fireplace that backed up to the living room's.

"This house is about feeding obsessions, my dear Priestess."

"Goodness! Do all of these fireplaces work?" She asked, hustling over.

"Of course!" I grinned at Patrick, joining us with a bottle of Merlot and Chardonnay.

"What are we having for dinner?" He asked.

"Roast lamb," I answered, watching Eva coo over the large china cabinet.

"Barolo it is!" Patrick headed back to the wine cooler.

"Are we eating in here?" Eva asked. I shrugged.

"If you'd like. I had planned on using the kitchen table, it seats four and is more cozy."

"Kitchen it is!" Patrick called from the foyer. Eva chuckled.

"I love him."

"I know." We left the dining room and waited in the foyer for Patrick before heading upstairs. I showed them the study done up as a proper British library, complete with green glass shades on the table and desk lamps and overstuffed leather chairs and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves with rolling ladders.

"Oh, Kev!" Eva breathed, walking slowly into the room. Patrick and I shared knowing looks. It took us several minutes to extract Eva from the library. I showed them the third bedroom, the Ritual room set up in the tower space, and the master suite.

"Is that dedicated to Pan?" Patrick asked, eyeing the queen-sized four poster bed. I sighed, shaking my head.

"It's not dedicated yet."

"Yet?" Eva asked, eyes twinkling. "Your mystery lady hasn't joined you?"

"No," I said, bracing myself.

"Whyever not?" Patrick asked, hands on his hips. "A bed can't go unconsummated!"

"You'll understand tomorrow. Shall we head back downstairs? There's a lamb that still requires garlic."

"And a lovely red that requires breathing!" Patrick offered Eva his arm. She bobbed a curtsey and accepted. I let them lead, closing the bedroom door behind me. Sooner or later, I WAS getting Sari into that bed.