A used couch and a pair of recliners are grouped around a coffee table in the living room, with a foursome of wooden chairs claiming the bump out for quieter conversation. The dining room boasts a white laminate table with four aluminum and vinyl-upholstered chairs - too new to be 'vintage', too old to be trendy. The appliances and cupboards in the kitchen are new - or at least refurbished to look like it - and a door leads out to the backyard from there.

Up the stairs are a number of empty rooms where anyone affiliated with the Sept can crash and an office for private meetings. The Glass Walkers have their own area accessible via a locked door off the foyer. The main doors themselves lead back out to the front porch of the house.

Emma tenses a little, as if something about the whole thing rubbed her the wrong way. "Don't lecture me about Luna's belly. You have no idea what it is like to have her full presence boiling in your veins." She takes in a deep breath as her nostrils flare. "You're not going to talk to me are you?"

Kevin folds his arms again. "This is talking. My mouth opens. Words come out. They form sentences. Now why don't you quit being pissy and listen to the damn things."

With an exquisite sense of timing, the door to the Glass Walker side opens. Out stalks the Elder, hands fisted at her sides, jaw set, shoulders tense. A backwards kick to the door and it doesn't quite slam, but closes with a satisfying *clunk*. "Kevin," she calls, looking first up the stairs before her eyes slide over to the living room, and the two youngsters within. "There you are."

Emma stands up in a rush now, face flushing and eyes taking on a hard glare. She stares down at the cub now, all semblance of a friendly chit chat gone. "No. You are back talking, and you are doing a shit job of minding your manners. And if you ever tell me what I should be doing while you are a mere cub, I will knock you so far back that your past life will be more caught up in modern times than you are." Even as Natalie enters, Emma holds her gaze heavily on the cub.

Kevin inhales a deep breath, quite plainly about to use it to utter some retort to Emma, before Natalie distracts him. He whirls through ninety degrees in an eyeblink to face his elder. "Mmmmm?"

"I've been looking for you," Nat growls, coming up to the half-wall but no further, as if it were a moat in the zoo keeping the dangerous animals away. "And you," she adds, turning narrowed eyes on Emma. "First off, what are you doing?" A glance back to the cub. "--Both of you. Kevin?"

Kevin considers his choices of response a moment. "Getting mutually lippy with Emma," he eventually responds, deciding honesty is a virtue or something. "So it's probably as well you found me when you did."

The fact the cub was about to continue the behavior does not seem to soothe Emma's anger in the least. She looks up to Natalie, quite clearly agitated, and waits as the cub answers her. Her lips peel up. "A cub has no place to get lippy, unless they want those lips to end up fat and bloody." "-I had come here on pleasant terms but found the same courtesy wasn't returned."

Natalie snarls silently at Kevin, then jerks her head at him, meaning clear. Only then does she turn back to Emma. "And a Cliath has no place getting lippy with another tribe's cub if she has no permission to teach him. Do you have permission to teach my cub, Stone-Spirit?"

Emma seems to tip over the edge here. "Demanding respect from a cub is not teaching him Natalie. It is common sense. It is what every cub learns. I took my lumps from whatever Cliath I disrespected."

Kevin retreats several paces towards Natalie as bidden. "You could hardly call it teaching me," he mutters, evidently feeling driven to defend the young ahroun from this charge.

"Let me rephrase that," Natalie says coolly, her eyes fastened on Emma. "Do you have permission to teach my cub, Stone-Spirit?"

Emma raises her voice, "I will not stand down from a cub that disrespects me! And you have no place to condemn me for that." She growls now, "You told me I could not lay a finger on him, and I did not. I do not have the right to teach him, but demanding respect hardly crosses that line."

"Oh, please," the bone of contention, namely Kevin, snaps. "This is so goddamn STUPID."

Natalie whirls on the boy, her teeth bared. "You. Shut up." An extra snarl to ensure he obeys and once again she turns back to her packmate. "Once again you fail to answer my damn question. Do you. Have permission. To teach my cub?"

Emma is nearly screaming now, "I said no!" Her fists ball up and her shoulders rise and fall with heavy, labored breaths. "And if respect of rank means so little to you Natalie, then perhaps after the moot we should settle things and find out really where we stand!"

Kevin's expression sets into what looks very like a sneer. "See, people don't like it when you don't answer their questions," he grins maliciously in Emma's direction, heedless of the command to keep silence.

"You didn't say no," the Galliard sneers back, leaning forward as though she'd like nothing better than to leap over the wall and go for the Get. "You said a hell of a lot of things, but none of them was 'no'. And if you have so little respect for me so that you don't answer my damn questions..." She snorts, pushing herself upright, and aims a blow at the cub, turning her back on the Ahroun. "I told you to shut up."

Emma's eyes are absolutely alive with anger as the cub sneers at her. "I answered your damn question, just not to your liking. I am not here to steal your cub away and I am not here to make him a Get. I didn't ask for any more than any other Garou would have." She keeps her position where she stands, though her body trembles.

Kevin, fortunately for himself, is both naturally quick and, at present, cranked up pretty close to max. As Nat aims an almost casual swipe at him he sidesteps dextrously and the elder's hand misses him by bare inches. At least it does make him shut up, at last -- for now at least. But it doesn't stop him regarding Emma with scorn, still.

Natalie snarls at Kevin again, advances a step on the boy. "Get inside. And Emma? I'll be the judge of how much is too much. Not you." She throws a poisonous glare over her shoulder at her packmate. "Not tonight. Friday."

Emma watches as Natalie turns, her teeth set hard together. "Then it is a good thing you are not a Philodox, you make a poor judge!" She turns then, slamming a fist so fiercely into the wall that her knuckles crack open, and heads for the door.

Kevin back-pedals hastily towards the Walkers' door, keeping a few feet between himself and Natalie.

Natalie 'herds' Kevin back to the Glass Walker side, ceding the foyer to Emma - though not for long.

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