Molly sets the last of the dishes on the counter by the sink, listening to Jake escort his...their...friends into the living room.  Biting her lip nervously, the brunette bustles about, starting the coffee maker and gathering cups and saucers on a tray.  Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she turns her head to face her husband as he enters the kitchen.  Only half joking, she spoke quietly.<br/><br/>"I suppose it's too late to challenge everyone to a rousing game of Monopoly..."