#clay interactions

“I’m seriously considering going elsewhere for my coffee” said Clay as he entered the main house on the Avery compound. He’d stopped in for a drink that morning, and had gotten a few for his siblings as well. So when he spotted Marlo, he pulled hers out and passed it to her. “I got you your favorite” he said, before setting the carrier down on the kitchen counter and taking a sip of his own drink. “Where was I?” he asked. Then he remembered. “Oh yeah. Its not even October and the cafe is already selling pumpkin spice everything.” He rolled his eyes.

Clay took Lucy by the hand as they walked under the archway of the farm’s entrance. They had decided to spend the cool fall day outside. “So where should we start?” he asked her with a small smile. “There’s an apple orchard and a pumpkin patch. Or we could get a drink of hot cider and wait for the next hayride.” Clay was happy for the day out with his wife, away from the drama of the war that was hanging over everyone’s heads.

“Well, I’ve been looking for Dominique” Clay said. “I thought maybe she was here.” The blonde didn’t live with the majority of the coven, owing to having a small child. “Or that you could maybe help me out?” he suggested. Normally he would have just gone to his wife, but this was something he didn’t want her to know about. He held up the roses he’d bought the day before, which were now browning. “I accidentally left these in my car overnight. Is there any way you can make them look less dead?” 

Clay walked into the kitchen of the big house, where he spotted his older sister. “Tell me there’s coffee already made” he said in a voice of exaggerated desperation. “Because at this point I’m so desperate for caffeine I’d be willing to munch on the grounds.” Clay could be a real drama queen when he wanted to. He glanced at the pot and breathed a sigh of relief to see it was half full and still steaming. “Have you been up long?”

“You sound like my high school guidance counselor. I always did wonder what she would have said if she knew the men in my family are all killers.”

“Normally I’d suggest we skip the emotional pain and you just kick me in the nads instead, but I don’t think Lucy would like that. So lets rip the band-aid off and do the really bad news first.”