"I like distractions. They are fun." Honor laughs and then takes another sip of wine. "It's cool yet hopefully readers have a mind of their own. I just serve as a boost towards the right direction but I'm not telling them what to listen to or who to like. I think it's usually the artists who feel butthurt when they get a bad review, they're the ones who must rely solely on what critics say and that's sad. They care far too much what I have to say to be smart."

"Oh? I love the sound of that." She looked up at him and kisses his cheek before looking back down at her wine glass. "True. I do wish it were a requirement though. I guess that would mean some wouldn't have many catchy songs then. I mean if Britney Spears were a genius, there wouldn't have been a meltdown and then a comeback." Honor sits up and laughs. "But I'm pretty over other people's opinions. I accidentally gave them the notion that I cared what they thought for a second. I won't do that again."

"True. If they stay dumb, it's more money for me." She shrugged and took another sip of wine before hearing the doorbell ring. "Must be our dinner." She gets up and places the glass on the table then heads to the door to answer. A few minutes later she came back holding a container with their food in it. "I brought food darling!" She smiles and puts it on the table in front of them. "Have you ever ate with chopsticks before? It's really cool and I know how to do it now." Honor loved Japanese culture and tried most of her free time to read and study about it. She also liked to do anything outside of her own culture because it was usually fun.

"It's not hard at all." Honor goes and gets her very own, custom made of course, pair of Hello Kitty chopsticks and brings them back downstairs with her. She sits down beside him and grabs her plate, picking up some shrimp and rice in between the pink sticks and then eats it. "See?" She smirks a bit and chews her food before speaking again. "It's not as hard as people think, you just use your thumb and pointer finger." To Honor, her and Alec were a cute couple. Unbeknownst to the world, they had things in common and he wasn't some evil, old guy like they usually thought he was. She enjoyed being around him which was probably why she was a lot more these days than before. That or either guilt.

Riley Hamilton is currently at his London home, trying his best to get ready in time for his friend Scott coming over. Since Michelle and Orson are away visiting Michelle's brother and catching up after months of not seeing one another, Riley decided that he should go out somewhere instead of staying cooped up indoors all alone. Riley has just woken up from a nap which had gone on much longer that he had expected. An hour had turned into five and before he knew it, it was almost time for Scott to arrive and pick him up. Riley is one of the busiest guys on Earth and never seems to slow down. It's almost as if he hates to take time to himself in case others need him. He was slightly annoyed at himself for sleeping in a little longer as it could have interfered with Scott's plans even though he deserves a good sleep as his hectic work schedule and looking after a six month old baby doesn't allow him to sleep very well. Riley is currently in the shower, washing as fast as possible while trying to listen for the doorbell over the running water.

Riley is in the process of washing his hair when he thinks he hears a knock at the door. He listens again and when he hears Scott's voice raising up from the front door and through the bathroom window, he begins to rub the shampoo in rapidly and rinses as fast as possible, causing water to splash all over the place. Turning off the shower, he hops out and heads over to the towels, pulling one out of the freshly folded pile and knocking the rest over. Riley pats himself down. He is still wet but not completely soaked. On his way out of the bathroom, he takes hold of a fresh pair of boxers and the baggy white t-shirt he slept in and throws them on just so that he could answer the door. Unlike other members of his band, he still has some dignity and wouldn't answer it naked despite the fact that Scott's seen it all before. He opens the door and is taken by surprise at how cold it is. "Hi, mate. Sorry I'm running a little late. I just got out the shower." he says as if Scott didn't already notice how his face is red from the steam, his hair is soaking wet and his bare feet are leaving wet footprints everywhere.

Riley laughs and shakes his head at Scott's joke. "Nah, I done that earlier. Went into the shower to wind down after it." He moves out of the way to let Scott inside. "Actually I feel asleep on the couch if I'm being honest. Thought I'd close my eyes for an hour. I woke up and five had passed." He chuckles. "So I'm not really organised which isn't like me....sorry about the mess too." he says, pointing in the direction of the wet footprints and a few of Orson's toys that lay scattered around. Once Scott comes inside, he closes the door on the biting cold. "I'm keeping well, mate. Staying busy as usual. What about yourself? How's the life of a retired rock star treating you? Any recent visits to the police station, hospital, rehab or court?" He walks through the living room, picking up baby toys as he goes. "You want anything to eat or drink before we head out?"

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"I'd hate to see the state your living room is left in with three kids. We only have Orson and he practically runs this place." He laughs lightly and walks into the kitchen, filling up the kettle as he listens to Scott. "Well you're not exactly waiting in line for your pension just yet, you're still quite young. You need those kids to be keeping you on your toes. It's not time for a pipe and slippers just yet." Riley chuckles and walks back into the living room, waiting on the water to boil. "Oh they're doing great. They're their usual happy selves. Michelle's away visiting her half sister for a few days. She hasn't seen Orson yet and Michelle and her haven't been together in nearly a year so they're doing some catching up. I thought it was best to stay here since I have no interest in their girly topics of conversation. Also, Michelle's sister is married to a guy that supports Chelsea and he hates me since I'm a Leeds fan. He doesn't know anything about me yet he hates me. He's one of those football extremists. He's just anti-everything that isn't his team." He laughs just as the kettle clicks. "How do you take your coffee?"

"Oscar's house is overflowing with all of Roo's dolls. I'm sure he's over the moon now that he has a son. He can feel a little more macho instead of playing with Barbie dolls and make-up. What about you? You been invited to any of Sophie and Bailey's tea parties yet?" He chuckles and walks back into the kitchen to make Scott's coffee. "MMA? Sounds interesting. I might need you to knock a few people out for me. I'm not a violent person myself. Well at least not when I'm sober." Riley laughs and starts to pour Scott's coffee, making sure he gets it just right. "Speaking of Leeds, a few people are saying I should go to the Leeds Festival. Never been to one though and to be honest they look really cramped and I can't imagine that they'd smell nice at all." A few moments later, he walks back out with Scott's coffee. "Here you go, mate."

Riley laughs. "Well our house is overrun by toy cars so you're more than welcome to take a few for Logan. When fan mail comes in the majority of it is actually toys and clothes for Orson. He gets more stuff than Michelle and I receive combined!" When Scott asks who he wants knocked out, he chuckles. "Just some paparazzi. I know it comes with the job but some of those guys will do anything just to get a picture. A few days ago I was out in the park with Orson. He started to cry since he was hungry so I sat down on a bench, took out his bottle and began feeding him. Then a swarm of guys with cameras just came over, started snapping away and upset him even more. It's just not right." He shakes his head, thinking how odd that sentence sounds. A couple of years back, the only thing stressing him out was school work and now he's worrying about paparazzi and the media - his life has changed drastically in the last three years. "I don't mind mixing with others. You know me, I'll chat away to anyone. What's bad about staying in a tent? I've never actually been in one." He laughs and walks towards the living room door. "I'm just going to go get changed. I'm sure you're tired of looking at my lovely legs."