Together In Paris

Dinner With The Ellis'

"Are you staying for dinner Moz?" Sara called.

"I wouldn't want to impose," Mozzie called back.

"You aren't. You're always welcome here, for as long as you like," Neal promised.

Which was good really, since he had already been there for almost five hours.

"Top up Uncle Mozzie?" Emily offer, sweetly.

"Please Emily my dear," Mozzie smiled.

He moved his glass so that Emily could refill it. Mozzie was entertained by their accents. They had spent their childhood in London, but moved to France for high school. As a result their accents fluctuated between British and French.
The years had blossomed Emily into a beautiful young woman, even with the blue streaks running across her fringe. Both of the boys were incredibly handsome, but both wore completely different outfits. Mozart wore his hair sleeked back in the same quiff as every other boy his age, he also wore a well-fitting shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a waist coat.
However Peter wore his hair in a fluffed up at the front so it was wispy, but toned and calm at the sides - he had put a lot of effort to make this look effortless - and had a black and white tartan shirt which he wore with the top buttons open and the bottom tucked in underneath his belt and jeans.

Mozart leaned over the back of the sofa peering at the pictures that Mozzie had brought with him. Emily was sitting beside him, looking at the pictures in more detail.

"Are these your children?" Mozart asked.

"No, I was never blessed with the gift of children. These are my protégés. That's Teddy and that's Neal," Mozzie explained.

"Neal like dad?" Emily grinned.

"Named after your father. Mrs Suit named him," Mozzie explained.

"El named him after me? I thought Peter did," Neal smiled.

"It was El's idea, but the suit agreed," Mozzie explained.

Neal smiled wider. He was even prouder to know that Elizabeth had chosen to name her son after him. He didn't understand why, but he was.

"Uncle Mozzie, would you like orange or lemon on your poussin?" Peter asked.

Mozzie pouted as he considered the options for a while. Then he declared, "Lemon."

Peter clicked his tongue and fired a finger gun at Mozzie before vanishing back into the kitchen.

"Peter's going to be a chief," Sara explained.

"No I'm not!" Peter called.

"Peter has his father's culinary skills. He likes cooking but won't be a chief," Sara corrected.

"I'm going to be a lawyer," Peter said, haughtily.

Mozzie glanced over at Neal in surprise. Neal rolled his eyes.

"He wants to persecute me for stealing a Raphael and Sara for obscuring the path of justice regarding the U-boat treasure," Neal explained.

"Why?" Mozzie asked.

"Because we're his parents and he's rebelling against us," Neal explained.

Mozzie arched an eyebrow. Sara shot Neal a look. Neal said nothing.

"Uncle Mozzie will you teach me the follow the lady trick?" Emily asked sweetly.

"Don't fall for that, she took half of my last pay check!" Neal warned sharply.