As soon as Dracula tapped his glass, Mortimer rushed over holding a stool. He set the stool next to Dracula's chair, and rushed back to the kitchen to get some "wine". He climbed up onto the stool and poured him a glass, and turned to Margaret, offering her some.<br/><br/>The redness of Logan's face softened as his mom kissed his forehead, and he hugged her back. He wasn't nervous around his mom, he loved his mom - it was his dad he was worried about. He's Dracula, for gods sake - he and humans have never exactly gotten along. He looked to Juliet and smiled softly. At least his mom liked her - maybe it'd be enough to stop his dad from doing something.<br/><br/>Romeo sighed and sat up. He looked to their parents. "You guys are home early." he said. Logan sighed and held his head in his hand. Mortimer's eyes widened as well. Sometimes Logan wished he could slap his brother without consequences.