Gray

The portal dropped them off at the end of a long driveway leading up to an unnecessarily large mansion with a
large detached garage off to one side. A tall, pale blond ice prince of a male was waiting for them by the mailbox.

"Miss Finch," Alastair said with a slight inclination of his head. "Welcome to Echo Bay."

"Al's gotta adjust the wards to let you in," Raiden explained.

"It shouldn't take more than a moment," Alastair assured her. Sure, Jane had proven slightly complicated, but Jane was a god. Arden was just a garden variety human, right? "If I may?" he asked, and extended his hand in an invitation for Arden to grasp it.

"Hey, why is my car parked outside?" Raiden wanted to know.

(For that totally-not-a-sylph. NFB due to distance.)

Gray shuffled downstairs, intent on conning Raiden into making him waffles--he could feel him still in the kitchen, along with a weird number of their brothers for this late in the morning--and stopped dead in the entrance to said kitchen.

Castor snatched a set of gold-toned measuring spoons out of Raiden's hand and said, "I should--we should keep these." He slipped them into his pocket, and Bellamy rolled his eyes and took them back out.

"They're not made out of real gold, Cas."

"I know that! We'll just need measuring spoons!"

( Uh, guys... )

((Establishy! NFB/NFI due to distance.))