When You're An Addams

Sparks Are Bound to Fly

Bren grinned, watching their friends staring uncertainly at the Addams lined up and waiting to greet them. It was entertaining to see them all so on edge...while it lasted, at least. Which Bren doubted would be long at all.

"Welcome! We are so glad you have all joined us in our festivities!" Gomez crowed, beaming, as he kept Morticia close by his side. "I am Gomez, and this is my bewitching wife, Morticia." He paused to bring her hand up for a lingering kiss before continuing. "Then there's the children: Pugsley and Wednesday. My brother, Fester. Grandmama. As well as our wonderful butler, Lurch. Thing is inside preparing for the evening. Now, what may we call each of you? Oh!" He looked excited, perking up even more, if that were possible. "As well as your preferred pronouns! Did I say that right, Bren?"

"Proper form, old man." They reassured, chuckling at the warm, happy feeling Gomez recalling their discussion on pronouns produced.

Once introductions on both sides were done, the awkward silence sat heavily for a moment before a gasp sliced through it.

"OH MY GOSH ITS HUGE!!!" The squeal came from Claire, who was clinging to Fin's arm as she shook it slightly. Fin just chuckled for a moment before responding.

"I told you it was."

"But its-I mean-Look at it!!"

"I see it, Claire. I fired it off the other day."

Big grey eyes looked up into Fin's...which were an almost comical distance away since the top of Claire's head only reached his chest.

"Is-Could I...?"

"Best to ask Pugsley on that one." His tone was...different than usual with the girl, Bren noted. Watching Fin's eyes follow Claire's nervous approach with an odd softness.

"Jace, yes? You are on the running team with Bren, here!" Gomez's voice ripped them out of their musings before turning to see him vigorously shaking Jace's hand. "They say you are a natural cross-country runner. You know I took a stab at it in my day. Ran clear across Russia! Ah, that was a wonderfully chill winter."

"The blizzard winds did wonders for you, mon cherie. Your eyes shone maddeningly. Absolument sauvage." Morticia hummed, prompting Gomez to turn to face her with utter adoration in his gaze.

"Oh Tish, you spoke French!" Immediately, he began his usual display of devotion. Morticia's arm quickly held captive and having kisses liberally applied as Morticia tried to calm him down. Bren tugged a gobsmacked Jace's arm.

"Come on. They'll be occupied for a few minutes." They informed, pulling them over to where the others had gathered around as Pugsley explained how he had built the trebuchet. As he spoke, Claire took pictures of different parts, practically vibrating with excitement.

"Do you not need some kind of permit for that?" Chad's friend....Kazarious? Asked in mild disbelief.

"No, I checked. The range is within our property bounds and does not attain altitudes where it enters regulated airspace." Pugsley assured confidently.

"...I feel less suprised than I feel like I should that you actually checked on the legality of this thing." Purnima drawled. "So, are we firing this beast or what?"

"We can. I did already tell Claire she could launch it, though." He explained. "After this time, we should go ahead and start chopping it up. It will be dark enough to really enjoy a bonfire soon."

After a few more questions, Pugsley talked Claire through how the launch would happen, as well as agreed to video it for her. Of course, since Claire was about April's size, the lever barely budged. Bren held back a chuckle as she called for Fin to help. Of course, the walking beanpole was only to happy to oblige. Walking over before she had even finished asking.