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A small simper settled upon Leila's features as she regarded her baffled husband eyeing the paint chips in his hand. Oh, how sweet it was that he was trying so hard to see that which men so often missed! The dark, he was sure, would help him to detect those differences in color and, encouragingly, Leila patted the man's forearm gently. "I am sure you'll see it then." She agreed. Her husband's ignorance of the delicacy of colors, however, was hardly dwelled on for long as Leila pivoted upon her feet towards her daughter. Her hand stretched out for the keys she'd watched Morgan collect only moments prior, the jingle of the swinging keychain around her daughter's finger still filling the air. The keys were dropped neatly into her palm on top of the growing pile in her hand, Morgan purposefully goading her father in the process. A pointed, almost chastising look was given to the young vampire, "Morgan!" Leila huffed with a warning tone. Thankfully, Quinn hardly seemed to be paying much heed to the pair of women, his golden gaze cast instead towards the boy their daughter had deposited in a heap on a nearby chair. Her husband's unexpected praise was, no doubt, important to Morgan, even despite her efforts to remain as composed and unruffled as possible. Teenagers. A soft sigh left Leila's lips as she insisted her daughter fetch a flatbed for their grocery trip, the large boxes surely too much for a simple shopping cart.

Morgan took to the new task with ease, Quinn's compliment clearly putting the young woman in a good mood as she slipped off to meander back towards the entrance of the store. Leila's gaze flickered towards her husband as Quinn lifted the body of the poor boy, shoving him into the same box as their first kill, the young woman upon his shoulder squished into the cardboard the same manner till it was a bulging, misshapen mess. Hopefully the clerk at the checkout counter wouldn't think too much of the absence of their coworkers and the rounded box the family wished to purchase. Besides, it wasn't as if this would be the only box they presented the cashier with, if Leila had her way. She pivoted upon her feet, her head demurely dipping as she made some effort to appear as sweet and virtuous as they both well knew she was not. Her lawn was so dreadfully dull that it was sure to catch the attention of their ever snooping HOA. They required a patio set. And not just any patio set. A very particular one that just so happened to match the pair of plush, deep seated chairs they were already committed to purchasing.

Her request was met with an exasperated sigh and yet...that wasn't exactly a 'no' either - how delightfully promising! The price tag, it seemed, was Quinton's deciding factor and yet, when had the immortal couple last truly cared for something as insignificant as money. Their wealth extended past generations, the pair once spending a mortal's lifetime at the task of accumulating it in various ways till it could be properly invested and multiplied into the bountiful prosperity they now lived freely off of. Leila scoffed at something as trivial as her patio furniture's cost, her hand waving off the inquiry flippantly. "Oh, I didn't look, Quinn." She huffed before abruptly changing the subject to add paint to their unexpected shopping list - preferably paint that was not the white hue that so baffled her husband. It was far too...sterile. Their lives, after all, were far more colorful - particularly awash with the hues of crimson and garnet and scarlet and ruby and maroon and oh! Burgandy. An almost wistful sigh left her lips as Leila glanced over her shoulder at her husband, reminding him of their home in Germany, one that she had been particularly upset to leave behind - enough that Quinn had promised to keep within their names unlike the many others they bought, occupied, and then sold as they globetrotted.

Quinton, however, seemed to fail to remember the dark hue that wallpapered their dining room, the man instead suggesting a calmer but equally as deep blue. "Hm..." It was the mention of their honeymoon, however, that persuaded the fae as she gasped softly, "At Hévíz! Oh, Quinn, we should go back sometime. I heard they turned the lake into a hot spring now." The town had finally monopolized upon the natural wonder they had been gifted, one Leila and her husband had relished in when it was just a cursed crude lake with a rugged shoreline and inexplicable hot waters the poor ignorant villagers had associated with the work of the devil. Her gaze turned upward towards the paint chips as her husband perused the many buckets of finishes around them, the fae only half listening as her lover fretted over their missing daughter. "Oh, I'm sure she simply found something to play with." She commented offhandedly, her attention focused upon the rainbow of colors in front of her. A soft snort of amusement left her nose, however, at her husband's suggestion and, right on cue, the ivory haired vampire returned from her task with the flat bed cart in tow.

Leila glanced briefly towards her daughter as Morgan commented upon the effect color was reported to have upon moods. The notion was one that the fae was quick to dismiss entirely, "Pumpkin, that only works on mortals. They're too easily...influenced. Ah, this one! What do you think?" She inquired, turning to present her family with a dark peacock blue titled 'Winter Way' in a small white font along the corner. "Oh, and Morgan, for you..." Her voice took on an almost singsong note as she presented her daughter with a paint chipped labeled 'Secret Garden'.