Charlie’s relatives had come to stay at the hotel for an event, and it was pure chaos. All the little ones were running around screeching, a baby was crying, all the parents were sitting at the bar, taking a break from their kids, which meant Husk was pretty slammed, Angel Dust was so preoccupied with all the toddlers crawling all over him that he forgot to flirt with anyone, Niffty was putting on a roach puppet show for the little ones, Vaggie was trying to organize some kind of babysitting roster, but no one was listening, Charlie was the one calm one and was reading to the kids, since she knew how crazy her family gatherings were usually like, Sir Pentious was letting his Egg Bois play with the children, and Alastor had a crying toddler clinging to his leg, which he very much disliked, so Rosie picked up the baby and started bouncing it on her lap.

“Alastor, dear, don’t you know how to soothe a child?” Rosie was patting the baby on it’s back.

“I… well, not really. Back when the stock market crash of 1929 happened, whenever I saw orphans in the streets, I just sort of… pushed them gently to the side… with my cane.” Alastor chuckled sheepishly.