It was then that Steven joined them. He addressed Evie first. "Evie, let's stick close, please. I know we're in Midnight but you should stay where your Dad and I can see you, yeah?"

"Sorry, Dad," Evie said. She took Steven's hand with her free one to show she was not going anywhere.

Steven took in all that Dean was doing. "Oh! Are you making breakfast? That's wonderful. You've little ones running about yourself, I take it?"

"Are you certain?" Steven asked. "That's very kind. You'll have to let us know how to make it up to you. And yes, this is Evelyn - Evie - and Francis. They're Llewellyn's and mine, sort of? They'll eat what's about but no bacon or anything like that."

Evie nodded solemnly. "Bacon is special meat. We don't eat special meat."

"That's right, love," Steven told her. To Dean he added, pointing behind him, "I told the all purpose room to be a playroom. We've had this before, with Llewellyn and Arden being little. So there's things in there for them to climb about, play with, all sorts. Anyone's children are welcome to use it.

Steven smiled at seeing Love run off. "They do get excited, don't they? And it's very kind of you. Perhaps we could help by setting the table?"

Evie tugged on Steven's hand. "My cup is green."

"And we have that for you," Steven told her. Though he was going to need to dart back into the private residence to get it.

Evie giggled. She made a show of lifting one of Tawa's ears to whisper that Dean said thank you before then holding up a piece of lettuce for Tawa to "eat."

(The stuffed bunny was just a stuffed bunny. It was Fandom, it never hurt to specify such things.)

In the meanwhile Steven started collecting plates and silverware after doing a rough head count. "They seem nice?" Steven adored children, even a surly goth girl seemed nice to him. "Though - er - one hopes viking without the pillaging?"

"That's all right," Steven said. "Children will be children."

Steven was also not unaware that it was the other version of the children's parents who would need to deal with things like crashing from a potentially weekend long sugar high.

"Handling the surprise all right?" Steven asked. "It can be a bit - er - much if you're not expecting it."

There was a flicker of several complicated emotions on Steven's face - one even concern for Dean - at the mention of caring for a younger brother at that age. But he tried to hide them as quickly as he was able. "Ours are adopted it seems. By different versions of Llewellyn and myself. Others at this time seem to be more... unique?"

Steven was clearly trying to find a diplomatic way to put it while in earshot of children who for all he knew counted as unique.

"But that's the multiverse for you, I suppose. Infinite possibilities means, well, never know what's out there. Exciting, though, I think."