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"Well then, we have someone to enjoy your cooking then" he chuckled, watching Daffyd slump back in his seat with his hooves up on the table politely. Carefully he divvied up the cake between him and the sheep, the teen digging in rather quickly to the hoard of it. It was as good as his Mother's, creamy, fruity, and sweet in all of the right ways that a Pom would never be able to understand. He leaned back and let it melt on his tongue, watching Daffy go at it with a happy hum. Christmas was going well for the first time in...it was three years...this being the fourth. The previous years he just stayed in the dingy little apartment with his Mum's present and all of the studying he could manage to pass the time until classes resumed after the break.

Honestly he hadn't been feeling very lonely, even at times like that where he should have been seated with his mother eating cake up until the wee hours of the morning. He hadn't seemed to have felt very much at all during times like that, and that was rather worrisome. Now he had Carmen, and Donald, and Kyle...and...so many warm people to surround them, He feared them ever leaving him, because now he knew without a doubt he would be hopelessly lonely after experiencing so much love.

Kyle's words made him suddenly spit out a blob of meringue, the Kiwi understanding precisely what was going through his cousin's head and diving right into the conflict. He scratched his tongue, making a face as he made a show of clearing out out his mouth. "I knew I tasted shitte and lies" he snickered, picking up his plate of pav and slowly walking over to the other side of the table where Kyle sat. "You know, if you love your bleeding pav so much..." he started to muse, setting the plate down in front of him. "Then why don't you shag it?!" In a flash he grabbed a fistful of the cake and shoved it right down the front of Kyle's pants with an evil little snicker. The Pav Wars had begun.

Wes sat back and watched as Kyle swam, continuing to strain his lungs and bellow out his encouragement. He wanted him to succeed quite a bit, since when it came to his cousin and his flawless physique...he sometimes felt as if he was accomplishing the same through him. It had always been like that, Kiwi the brains and Kyle the brawn. He didn't feel any need to change it, besides he knew that he never could. He couldn't see Kyle hunkering down with books anyways, if he did sheep would surely fly.

Everything seemed to be going simply swimmingly, pardon the pun. Kyle was making good time and had perfect form as usual, and Kiwi shouted encouragement when he surfaced from avoiding a boat. He was getting far, and it was doubtful that he even heard it, yet the gesture was nice and he knew Kyle would appreciate it. The boy's lips curved into a smile and he leaned back into the beach chair, sipping at his drink while Matilda climbed up to get comfortable against him. She seemed a little glum, not really too taken with being out and about without Kyle. Though Kiwi and her were on rather good terms...it seemed he just wasn't the same to her. Daffyd though was always cheery, his head resting on Wes's lap lazily as he napped. Everything had slipped to a soft lull now that Kyle was ways over, and he watched the other swim with dull eyes as his mind wandered elsewhere.

It took a little bit for him to realize that Kyle had even strayed from his course, and he blinked a good few times to be sure that it was correct. Why was he...oh...someone was flailing in the water, drowning! He knew that! They had taught loads in school about it as he was a kid, and he felt rather useless watching without knowing how he was supposed to help. Kyle was there though, and as he watched a loud groan bubbled in his throat at how his cousin drew close and gripped her.

The sharp intake of breath at his dire mistake made Matilda and Daffyd shoot up, the both of them looking around for what was wrong before giving Wes a look. He hardly noticed, instead he was groping quickly for the towels and change of clothes for when they reached the bank. Firstly he tugged on his own shark-covered shorts and his cousin's jumper, Kyle hadn't actually succeeded so he had no reason to wear the stuff anymore, but now fully prepared her scurried down to the bank with the animal squad in tow to meet his cousin the white knight and his princess.

"Oi...what happened. Why did you do that? If your Mum heard she would yell at you...you could have drowned..." He draped a towel over Kyle's shoulders when he got close, crouching down at his side. "She could have killed you...no offence meant miss..." He smiled at her rather warmly and offered a towel, green gaze slipping down to the gun in his hand. Generally letting people who have nearly drowned hold dangerous things was hardly a good idea, judgement was something that could have more than likely been temporarily impaired by the little trauma. So, with careful fingers he pried it from her hands and stared at it, giving Kyle a look of 'whydoestheladyhaveagun?!?!' as he stuffed it into bikini top to be held there temporarily. Daffyd started to chew on the woman's hair as Matilda stared at the dripping Oz and decided he wasn't a suitable perch as of yet.

"You're a fucking moron..." he mumbled to his cousin, finally having a moment to collect his thoughts from the initial surprise. His reaction had been frighteningly calm, each action measured and rehearsed in his mind beforehand like he had been taught. Yet now...he could react to that sudden feeling of fright for the fraction of the moment that he thought Kyle was going to die, and it felt like all the wind was knocked out of him. His wiry arms wrapped around his cousin's neck, the teen leaning in for a quick hug. Normally this wasn't something he would do, this kind of affection between them in public was never this soft and blatant unless something horrible happened like a cat jumped on him or...Kyle did something he was told never to do and could have died. It was special, he had been spooked and needed a little bit of comfort that Kyle was still there and all in one piece.

"I'm telling your Mum...you're never allowed to do anything like that ever again. You'll end up strangled on the bottom of some dump in Pommyland, and ever a Beeteater like you doesn't deserve that..." Matilda stared at Kyle disapprovingly, Kiwi pulling away to dry his cousin's hair with the towel quickly so he could dry off the rest of himself. "What are you going to do? Home or hospital?" Honestly he preferred home, even if they were going to take the woman in tow. "Takeout for dinner? I want something weird...like curry....or..sushi? I haven't ever had sushi before." He spoke to fill the silence tense silence that began once he arrived, slipping the towel down around his cousin's shoulder now that his hair was dry-ish. Carefully he extracted Matilda from his shoulder and set her on the toweled perch, the girl rather thankful she was back with her 'Da'. 

Westley jumped a little when he was addressed directly, having had his attention diverted to peering about more than waiting. He looked about for a moment rather wildly to find the source of the voice, a hand protectively pressed over his quickly beating heart as if to keep it from jumping right out of his chest and onto the floor. Ah...he was rather horridly nervous wasn't he? A job was rather important to stick a stake into his new found independence and this quaint little place was so convenient. he did hope he got the job with no complications at all.

He gave a sweet smile as a woman appeared from behind the counter, lacing his fingers together and resting them up on his belly as he watched her rather curiously. She was quite the pretty sort, rather tall with curves in all the right places and a horribly infectious smile if he hadn't been already doing so. It only took a glance for the little flutter in his gut to settle and the boy to feel right at home with her, those bright eyes were filled with warmth and he had little to fear from her.

"Hello~" he repeated a little more cheerily, his stance becoming a little more relaxed as he followed after her into the back. The kitchen smelled wonderful, and he peered about everywhere as he followed after a soft smile on his lips as his bright green eyes drank it all in. His Mum would like this place, warm and cheery with the kind of food that was perfect on a rainy day. With a low rumble his stomach seemed to agree, twisting a little more noticeably with hunger from all of the good food about. He had a good package of instant noodles at home though, it would just have to be polite and wait.

"I am quite well, and you? This place does look horridly pretty and homely, did you decorate it yourself?" The boy flashed her a charming grin and seated himself down in a chair after she had done so first. "Nice weather don't you think? Better than the storms of late..."