((OOC: This post is intended for irene_drake
, and takes place in the downtime between the July 5 and July 19 tabletop sessions))
In the O'Rourkes' dining room, the air smells pleasantly of good food. Mrs. O'Rourke makes her way around the table, passing out beverages and dessert, and for a time the chattering of the family and their guests is stilled as everyone enjoys the food.
As he finishes dessert, Niall pushes his chair away from the worn old wooden table with a satisfied sigh, smiling at Irene and her mother. "What did I tell you, ladies - there's not a person alive who can duplicate Marion's blackberry tarts." He gives his wife an affectionate smile and a good-natured pat on the rear, which earns him an indulgent smile in return.
Once dessert is finished, Niall gives Irene a meaningful glance and then addresses his wife. "Marion, love - you've done enough for tonight. Irene, would you be a dear and help me clean up here, so your mum and Marion can have some time to chat in the parlor?"