Eileen's life had changed little in the past fifteen years or so, once she and Key had settled into their shady little tenement flat and gotten their adult feet underneath them. Moving out a fifteen had been a struggle, but at least they had made it work together. Without having to send money home to support her sisters through Hogwarts anymore, and the change to the Augurey, she sat on a comfortable little savings and it wasn't like the flat was getting any worse.

Kieran was in a better life mood these days too, which helped. She supposed all of that pining for Jude turning into a thing was good for him, even if they still bickered and she could hear them when she'd rather not. Luckily for them she worked late most nights and slept in until noon, so it wasn't like she was around all that often. It hadn't changed her life all that much; she didn't knock on her own door to let them know she was coming, but she did fumble with her keys for a few seconds. If they were fucking on the couch in the common space they had earned her walking in on them.

Tonight might be one of those times as she jingled her keys at the lock for a count of three, then let herself in. The pub had been dead tonight, a Sunday, so no surprise, and she'd been sent home early, which was fine because she felt her monthlies coming on and she was extra bitchy today. "Alone I see?" She teased as she hung up her shawl and toed out of her boots. She just liked to give him a hard time; he looked much happier than she'd seen him in a long while and she was not about to begrudge him for that. The next thing she did was unpin her hair and let the long dark waves tumble over her shoulders. "I brought stew from the Cauldron, have you eaten?" Despite leaving one pub for the other, she kept a good rapport, filled in every now and then, so she still got fed every once in a while as well.

Eileen leaned into the affection easily, as if they were the ones getting busy in his bedroom these days. Of course Eileen had held Kieran's heart long before Jude, but she could share. Probably. Maybe. It was still pending.

Returning the favor, Leeny grabbed his face and planted a smack of a kiss on his lips, just to irritate him. "Don't worry that's not cheating. I was here first." She laughed and moved toward the kitchen. "Listen, asking means I have to think about it. I just assume and it's fine." She was no legilimens, but she had never needed to read Kieran's mind to know what he was thinking.

Leeny pulled two bowls from the cabinet, their only two bowls, she supposed they should get a third for Jude, but she wasn't feeling that magnanimous. Ladling the stew into two equal portions, she inhaled the heavenly scent and pulled the bread from the bag, splitting that in half as well. "What were you painting?" She said as she moved aside to let Key get his.

Settling on the couch comfortably with her feet tucked up beneath her, she faced Kieran with a grimace. "Why?" She could understand the obsession with one's partner, she supposed (or maybe not, she'd never actually had the experience), but the random transformations were strange to her. Maybe she didn't really want to know. It was bad enough that she could sometimes hear them when she got home from work and had luckily perfected the silencing charm on her room with enough practice. It was fun to tease him about though. And beneath it all, she was happy for him. He deserved some happiness.

Leeny just shook her head an chuckled. Maybe if she was that obsessed with someone else, she'd get it, but for now she was just along for the ride. "How big is it?" Kieran was talented, she loved his work, but she only kept the things that she thought evoked some sort of feeling. She was expressive and he knew that about her, often captured her in a variety of lights, but she only had so much room. "What do you do with the ones I don't keep?" She had never thought to ask that before.

"Maybe I'll send it home to Mum." Eileen offered, trying to keep the gloom from her expression at the thought of her family back in Ireland. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone home to see them. It seemed like too much sometimes; she was too tired to physically make the trip and too broke to take the time off work. Her little found family here in London did the trick well enough, Kieran and Jude and Finn, enough brothers to keep her grounded and comfortable and from feeling too lonely.

She took a few more bites of her dinner, savoring the warmth of it. "Unless you want to reuse it." She didn't know exactly how expensive the canvas was, but if he had other projects to use it for, there was no harm in letting it go.

Leeny knew what he was trying to convey with the hand on her shoulder and she smiled more softly at him. She didn't regret her move to London, had never truly felt like home was home sometimes, but she had her little family here and that was all that mattered.

At his addition to the painting, Leeny furrowed her brows, no doubt exactly demonstrating what he intended to add to the painting. She made that face more often than most others and the lines were etched between her brows for it. "She'll love it." Or so Leeny assumed. Other than some spare money monthly to help out with bills on the house, Leeny didn't exchange much in the ways of news with her mother. She did keep in better touch with her sisters, but that was still less often than she should.

"Do you have company tonight, or can I have my side of the bed back?" Now she was feeling just melancholy enough to want the warmth of a body next to her in bed.

"That just means I get to snuggle in closer." Eileen laughed. Probably not what he was looking for, but it was what he was going to get. "Oíche will be so pleased, she's quite mad I keep her out of your room some nights." Eileen didn't think that the boys wanted the cat's company when they were... busy.  It would be hard to tell who was more content this evening, Eileen or the cat.

Finishing up her last bite of stew, Leeny looked to see if Kieran was done before moving to the kitchen to clean up.

Eileen snorted. "Brave." It was the back of her knees for Oíche when the cat conceded to being stuck in her bed for the night. The cat obviously preferred Kieran, never mind that Leeny had been the one to save her from the alley and bring her home. Couldn't she smell the wolf on him? Honestly. Maybe that was why, both stubborn creatures sometimes.

She let him go then, waving him off and heading back to the sofa. Leeny spent most of her day cleaning up after people at the Augurey and at the odd shifts she picked up here and there when the Cauldron needed someone. She was not about to argue with him about cleaning the dishes. Eileen had been placated by the offer and the approaching snuggles and she was not about to look down her nose at the unexpected treats. "Love youuuu." She called in a sing-song voice at him.