Leila nodded after a moment. Vlad had all but ordered them to behave, they really couldn't do much else. Although she had to admit she was curious to see how well that worked.

"Now, please excuse me for interrupting your breakfast," Vlad said as he moved around the three of them. He took down his own glass (which was very distinctive, and everyone in the family knew not to touch it), filled it, and walked out of the kitchen again.

"I still say we should get him to do the accent," Leila muttered, after he'd left.

"You can ask," Katherine murmured back, although she couldn't quite suppress a grin. "Although he probably heard you."

"...Well crap. That's just not fair!" Leila pouted a little. "Is any conversation we have actually private in this house?"

"If it's just family, then yeah," Carlos piped up. "We know how quiet we have to talk for nobody else to hear. It's just usually too quiet for anyone else." By which he meant humans.

"Don't worry about it," Katherine soothed. "If Uncle was going to take offense to it, he would have already."

Leila sighed. Clearly she still had a lot to learn. Hopefully she'd start learning faster.

"So do we want to hang out here for another day and then head over to Ireland, or do we want to see when a nighttime plane is available?"

"Red-eye flights are always available," Katherine said, waving a hand. "If we're taking Carlos with us, though, we need to plan a little more."

"Yeah, I figured. It doesn't matter so much to us, but we need to make sure he won't konk out in the middle of the flight or emerge from the flight into sunlight or something."

"It's not hard to coordinate," Carlos said with a shrug. "Book flights in short bursts, no more than eight hours in one go. I was able to leapfrog all the way here like that. The hardest one is the trans-oceanic flight."

"And you're flying east, which doesn't make it easier." Leila shrugged. She figured they could figure it all out. She wouldn't have a clue which flights to book, so she'd leave it to them.

"Right," Carlos agreed. He gave an easy grin. "Don't worry. I can handle booking the flights, seeing as I'm the special needs member of the group."

Leila snorted. "Sounds good to me." She wasn't going to argue with that. "Just be sure to let me know."

"Will do," Carlos said. Katherine rolled her eyes a bit, but went and put her empty glass in the sink.

"You do that," she said. "I'm going to go settle in for a bit with a good book, and maybe see if Uncle can get the pack to let me in tonight."

Leila smiled. "Reading sounds good for a while. Maybe some knitting." Because she'd had very little knitting therapy recently and she figured she might need it now.

Carlos snorted.

"I still say Kitty's old-lady-ness got you," he joked.

Without even thinking, Leila reached over and smacked his arm, though she was trying not to grin.

"Hush, you," she ordered.

"Hey!" Carlos yelped. It didn't hurt, but it was the principle of the thing. "Kitty IS an old lady!"

"Don't say that! Besides, knitting is fun." Leila put her hands on her hips and glowered at him. Although she was trying hard not to smile.

"I'm not wrong," Carlos pointed out with a grin. "Kitty's older than me, that makes her an old lady. I'm just not sure exactly how old she is. Somewhere over four hundred."

"It's rude to ask a lady her age," Katherine commented primly.

"You better be careful," Leila quipped. "Or you might have to sit by yourself on the plane and amuse yourself."

"I could sit there and amuse you," Carlos teased, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"You could go book those flights," Katherine broke in.

"Spoilsport," Carlos said. Katherine gave him a Look, and he took the hint and left to see about flights to Ireland.

Leila watched him go and shook her head, very amused. She waited until he was gone for a minute or two before she looked at Katherine.

"So how old are you?" she asked in a whisper. "I have to admit, I'm curious."

"Four hundred and thirty-nine, this fall," Katherine replied. She spoke softly, but not in a whisper. "I count by Octobers, rather than by Marches, though."

"By birthday or by when you were turned?" Leila asked. Because she guessed it had to be one of the two.