<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle</em></span><br/></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/Interchanging_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><br/>The warmth from Mel's embrace dulled the sharper edges of the chill that still filled him, and his own arms wrapped around the smaller woman  before he finally released her.   Out of all the cousins, he got along the most with the girls, and while he wouldn't admit to having a favorite, Mel was the one he talked to the most.  An amused chuckle escaped him as his "little wittle cousin," as he used to call her, mentioned microwaved food; and since he was intimately familiar with her escapades in the kitchen, he wasn't in the least surprised that they had both had the same idea of snagging a free meal from Wyatt.<br/><br/>Now Wyatt was another matter altogether.  The older man could cook, so well in fact, that sometimes, the first thing he thought of when waking up was Wyatts buckwheat pancakes, and maple bacon.  A sharp, yet familiar pain in his ear had him scrunching up his nose and grinning at Mel, as she once again reeled his attention back in.  When she mentioned her broken microwave he frowned.  He wasn't the most handy of people, but the least he could do was drop in to take a look at it, it was the least he could do anyway, considering his absence over the last few weeks.<br/><br/>The moment he was released from her hug, he shrugged out of his jacket and threw it negligantly on the coat rack, his scarf following soon afterwards.  When Mel announced the short race to the kitchen, he let out a whoop of laughter and shrugged.  It was pointless to rush to beat her, since it was impossible, what with her ability to orb, something she completely took advantage of, each and every time.<br/><br/>And than it was Wyatt himself that had him looking in the direction of the kitchen as they were both called in, and he sauntered towards the kitchen, his mouth watering the closer he got to the aromatic room, and Wyatt.  A sharp beep from his phone stopped him before he could enter the kitchen, and he quickly pulled out his phone to check his text messages.  Sure enough there was a message from Austin, and he couldn't help the small grin that spread over his face when he thought of him.  Austin was probably the closest person to him, with the exception of his twin sister, who probably knew too much about him.  Ever since they had met, he had just known that they would be friends, and he had been right.  He read the short message and shook his head, hoping that whatever had held him wouldn't keep him busy for too long.  He had something important to ask him tonight, and he really couldn't afford to keep putting it off.  The sharp sound of a siren sounded close by, reminding him that his buddy was a cop, which meant that whatever was keeping him busy, was probably work.<br/><br/>As he sent his own reply, "Aight, ttylz, P3, 10-ish," he rounded the corner just in time to see Mel holding out a wagging finger.  Before he could question said finger, Lee made her appearance, and he was caught up in greeting her to.<br/><br/>"<strong>Nothing much, apparently Mel and I are both here to beg some food off Wyatt, what's new with you?"</strong>He sent Wyatt a teasing grin as he spoke, making it clear that he was there to see the family as well as eat.<br/><br/><br/>