nina makes like she is shocked. "why castor drake! you know we have never done anything of the sort! we are two classy,and upstanding citizens. with your dapperness and my...well,im from the land of posh accents,even if i dont possess one myself...." she gives castor a quick peck. "ok,no more shrill voices,love. i probably sound like eric idle in drag." she spots the coast on the horizon and jumps slightly. "you like this rusty old ship? or should we stay in a fancy hotel,the kind where we should be bloody ashamed at the tab we run up?"

nina cant help but let out a girly giggle. she adored when castor treated her....well,like a woman. she eases down on his lap and instantly throws her arms around his neck and kicks her shoes off. "i know you do,love. the sacrifices you make for that little girl. she does love it here.i can see why,she is like the big sister to some sort of sam fischer multiple wife cult.i have my theory he was involved with marlena...she looks canandian." she says,with a comical scratching of her chin.

"true. she does have that whole teutonic thing going on. at least she is brilliantly engineered." nina giggles at the idea of erich and ada sweating over an old style drafting table,designing their baby. " all babies look like...babies to me,love. you could drop marlena,taraka,and the shade triplets into a pen....if not for the size difference? could tell them apart.'" nina twirls castors hair before asking. "so.who did virginia look like as a baby7? you or evil urusla?" nina sneers the name ursula and moves her fingers like tentacles. "its a shame we cant make a pasty cockney baby of our own." she laughs.

nina scrunches up her nose. seeing castor awkward was...well,awkward. he usually was the king of cool under all situations.she gives castor a little smile and an assuring kiss. "what? you mean you havent been dying your hair this whole time?!" she says,putting her hands to her cheeks. nina sighs contentedly,looking towards the door virginia ran into. " marie was beautiful,then.i may be biased,but virginia is the prettiest child i have ever seen." she gives a confident laugh,not wishing to make castor feel any more uncomfortable than she already had. he was still intensely private about some things in his life. but as a rule,nina respected that. "i am not jealous of marie,castor.i am grateful for her. she gave me a kick ass daughter and you." she grins widely. "dumb broad.didnt know what she had."

nina lights up at the mention of castor's mother. "oh i love that woman. of course,i feel totally inferior to her when it comes to mothering virignia,but..." she gives a lighthearted shrug. "thats like saying one is inferior to bruce lee. the woman is just so wonderful to virignia." nina loved miss drake. she was motherly,yet completely off the wall. the art she made for their wedding was one of nina's most prized things.nina blushes deeply. castor always knew just what to say to make her lose whatever train of thought she had. "oh stop,love. she was well on her way before i came to the picture. though i think marlena may give us a run for who's going to turn out least fucked up out of all these kids...."

" how do you figure,love? ada and erich seem to have really got their shit together. hell,they wont let erica alone with their baby. that says wonders for them" she laughs a little laugh.it broke her heart about erica,but she knew her well enough to know she was still unbalanced. not that she would hurt a baby,but she certainly wasnt the best person to be around one. "virginia is destined for great things. hopefully not music. i wouldnt recommend this to anyone,love. im hoping something like erotic literature.completely useless this day and age,but rather sophisticated." she laughs loudly at the idea.

Nina nods and adjusts herself on castors lap.she loved sitting on his lap,it was just dirty enough,yet completely innocent. " you bring a good point,love. That's the kind of crazy that sticks. Lovely people,but pretty much poster kids for bedlam.." She laughs and wonders if they make baby straight jackets. In all likelihood,all these kids were going to be fine. Everyone is damaged to an extent. Nina frowns in an exaggerated manner. " come now,love. You don't want Virginia drake to be the next....hell if I know. There has to be someone who writes the bloody things.. Danielle Steele?" She laughs madly. " god,my mother read the hell out of those things.. Actress is fine. I think she would be good at it already. She's a mature 7 year old.....though all child actors are screwy."

Erica whistles as she washes dishes...or tries to whistle. She never could whistle,so it mainly comes out as a sputtering sound. That doesn't stop her from enthusiastically trying though. Occasionally she will spray water out the window and into the ocean. She has to do her part to refill the ocean. She gently places the last dish in the strainer and sighs deeply. She picks up her glass of orange juice and drinks it greedily. "No scurvy for me,thank you very much!" She says to nobody in particular.

Erica grins happily,even though her back is to nichole. She loved hearing her voice. Speaking or singing,it didnt matter. To use a terrible analogy,takeshi's death was the final nail in the coffin. She had her closure,and built a protective wall around her previous life. She was plunging headlong into her life with Nichole now,and everything she did just tickled Erica. " of course! Fresh squeezed this morning,and from organic oranges!" Erica squeaks as she pours the carefully strained juice. She hated pulp it made her sick to feel it on her tongue. "No grey goose vodka. You know how I feel about marketing hype." Erica adds sternly. She fills about half the glass with some mystery vodka. She stand behind Nichole and places the glass in front of her. " here you go,coleykins!" She says brightly. She gives Nichole's shoulders a gentle massage. She could see the strain the work was putting on Nichole,but didnt want to see. Nosy. Nichole was far more of an artist than she,so she did not want to get in th way. " you've been at that for hours. Damn your sense of quality,huh?" She giggles.

Erica grins happily,even though her back is to nichole. She loved hearing her voice. Speaking or singing,it didnt matter. To use a terrible analogy,takeshi's death was the final nail in the coffin. She had her closure,and built a protective wall around her previous life. She was plunging headlong into her life with Nichole now,and everything she did just tickled Erica. " of course! Fresh squeezed this morning,and from organic oranges!" Erica squeaks as she pours the carefully strained juice. She hated pulp it made her sick to feel it on her tongue. "No grey goose vodka. You know how I feel about marketing hype." Erica adds sternly. She fills about half the glass with some mystery vodka. She stand behind Nichole and places the glass in front of her. " here you go,coleykins!" She says brightly. She gives Nichole's shoulders a gentle massage. She could see the strain the work was putting on Nichole,but didnt want to see. Nosy. Nichole was far more of an artist than she,so she did not want to get in th way. " you've been at that for hours. Damn your sense of quality,huh?" She giggles.