Walking down the Seventh Floor corridor an hour after his lesson with Hoshi, though he still felt a little sore from it, Harry glanced around. Under one arm was a box which he kept a hold of as he frowned, "Grandmother? Are you here?"
From behind one of the suits of armour, a now familiar fox walked out and transformed into the human form of Siusan. Said fox-woman cocked her head to the side in a way that would have reminded many people of Harry himself when curious, "I am here, Harry-Child. Just as I promised I would when I left, though..." Furrowing her eyebrows, she frowned some, "I am unsure why?"
All the thirteen year old did though was hold up the box that had been under his arms, "Well, I was thinking that we could share a dinner, Grandmother. Just you and I."
Shocked, Siusan stared at him for several moments before her eyes became watery, "I... would like that, Harry-Child. Though are you certain that you wish to-"
Closing the distance, Harry placed his hand on her shoulder and nodded, "I do, Grandmother." He then gave a small shrug, "While we've shared meals, it is always with Hoshi-San there. And this would be the first time just you and I would." A grin then crossed the wizard's face, "Not to mention, I already went and got the food."
Just blinking at him, Siusan leaned into his hand and closed her eyes as she nodded, "Yes, I would like to share a meal with you then, my child." Waiting, she watched as he walked up and down the corridor to summon a version of the Room of Requirement. As he did so, the Irish fox spirit considered everything that had recently happened with a lightened heart.
Despite her fears, Harry had accepted her fully into his family. Not a single hint of rejection forthcoming from him and after every lesson, and a short meal with Hoshi, the two of them would talk. Nothing too heavy, just various things as the two relatives got to know one another. Siusan would speak often of far off times in the past, of a side of the family that Harry was unknowing of for the most part. Of his grandfather's family, the Evans. In the past two weeks, Harry had learned far more of his family then he had in the other years that he had lived from Siusan.
On the wizard's side, he often spoke of the time he had spent in Japan. And while some of it confused and bewildered the old fox, she enjoyed the tales of such a foreign land. She had even commented that it had reminded her of tales that some of hers and Brigid's grandchildren had told her during the Age of Sail, though even then the family had begun to drift away from her, much to her despair.
Now though, her last "Grandchild", Harry, accepted her with open arms.
Thus, she had no issue with hearing his tales and enjoyed them. Granted, she had some ideas regarding the girls in his life. Not that Siusan had much issue with what she suspected as she was from a time when such things, while uncommon, were not rare. And sometimes she amused herself with what Brigid's likely response would have been, despite the pang of pain it brought to her. Because for the first time in decades, even centuries... she was fully happy even though she suspected that the other boot was going to drop, it never did.
As the door formed to the Room of Requirement, she shook her head and followed Harry through the door. Once inside, she closed it behind her and looked around in some interest. It was not a fancy room, the floor being of stone worn by innumerable feet with a crackling fireplace in one wall. There was a table in the middle with two chairs which made her swallow.
Because the scene reminded her so much of times with Brigid and her own children and grandchildren, when they would sit around a table for meals.
With a blink, Siusan could almost see Brigid sitting at the table. The ghostly apparition looked at her with a smile and then at Harry before nodding and fading away. Blinking away some tears, she realized that Harry had walked over and placed a hand on her arm, "Grandmother? Is something wrong?"
Only shaking her head, Siusan chuckled, "Nothing is wrong, Harry-Child. Just... some old memories." The hand clenched around her heart lightened some as she looked around, "This reminds me so much of older days when I was a younger vixen." Walking over to the table, she ran one hand along the wood with a nod, "Yes, I remember having meals in places like this when I was younger."
Scratching his cheek, Harry gave a chuckle, "Well... I thought that this would be more familiar to you. Hence, well..."
Lightly smiling, the Irish fox nuzzled his hair and kissed his cheek in the way that grandmothers do. Pulling away, she patted his hand, "And I am happy that you thought of such for me, Harry-Child. It does me good to have you as a grandchild." Allowing him to pull out her seat after he set down the box, she sat down. Once he was seated, she tilted her head to the side, "What food have you brought to the table, Harry-Child?"
Harry gave her a light smile before shrugging, "Have you ever had Southern style barbecue chicken? Cooked in a smoker and everything?"
Frowning, Siusan shook her head even as she licked her lips some, "No, I have not. Though I will admit to be partial to chicken, as I am a fox." Placing her hands on the table, she smiled at him, "Though if you say that it is good, then I believe you."
A chuckle escaped from Harry before he shook his head, "Good? It's more than good, Grandmother. It is great." At her bemusement, he continued, "Louisiana does great at Southern barbecue and I asked her to make some. Natsumi-Chan loves it and barbecue rabbit, which is great as the meat just falls from the bones from how cooked it is."
If anything, that caused the fox to become more bemused, "Did you not mention that Natsumi-Child has a friend who is a rabbit? As strange as that is to me... And how does she react to knowing that you have both eaten such?"
With a shrug, Harry rubbed the back of his neck before pouring out some drinks for himself and Siusan, "As long as it is not in front of her, she has no problem. Like she explained, it is more a feeling of awkwardness and such considering that she is an Inaba." He then gave another shrug, "Though I guess that there is a lot of difference there. I mean, I've eaten deer and Dad could become a stag..."
Considering that, Siusan gave a nod, "I would suppose so." The fox took a sip of her drink, a beer and hummed, "This is quite good."
Snickers made her give Harry a curious look, with the teen shaking his head, "Oh, trust me, you'll like what else."
As he opened the box, the Irish fox was about to ask when the smell hit her and she sniffed. Even as she did so, her mouth watered at the scent that tickled her nose enticingly, "That smells...'
Grinning, Harry nodded, "I know, right?" Placing some bread in a basket, he pulled out a container and opened it. Steam wafted up from it and Siusan leaned forward to see the oddly cooked chicken that was in it. Using some tongs, Harry placed several pieces onto a plate and handed it to her, "Here you go, Grandmother."
Just taking the plate, Siusan gave him a nod, "Thank you, Harry-Child." Looking around, she gave him a befuddled glance, "No utensils?"
However, Harry shook his head at that, "Not really, no. Barbecue is usually eaten with the hands..." Pausing, he gave her an unsure look, "Is... is that okay? I thought that..."
Quickly, his Grandmother reached over and placed a hand on his arm, "No, it is fine." Lightly laughing, she smiled, "It is not often in such times as these to find a food that one eats with one's hands. It was far more common long ago." With a hum, she took a deep sniff and sighed, "It does smell lovely though."
Lips twitching, Harry gave a laugh of his own, "Tastes even better actually, just remember to use the napkins and such to wipe your hands of sauce."
Only nodding, Siusan gave some thanks before taking one of the pieces of chicken and biting into it. Almost immediately, she gave a soft moan as the taste exploded in her mouth. Chewing, she swallowed some before taking a drink of beer, the mug floating in the air at a gesture, "This is truly lovely."
Also chewing, Harry gave his own swallow before licking his finger a bit, "I know, right? Though a little bit messy."
Siusan laughed yet again, "Ah! Messy perhaps, but it is not nearly as so as some that I have eaten over the years. Still..." Licking her lips, she shook her head, "I think that I will want for more of this, Harry-Child. This is delicious!"
That got a laugh from the black haired teen who nodded as he took another bite, happy that she was enjoying it. Both of them slowly made their way through their meal while lightly chatting, though it did Harry's heart good to see just how much Siusan was enjoying the simplicity of it all. Grinning a bit as he watched her lick a bone and put it aside, he decided to ask a question that had been bothering him for some time, "Grandmother, may I ask a question?"
Glancing at him, she nodded with a confused expression on her face, "Of course."
Briefly taking a sip of his drink, Harry considered how to word it, "You mentioned before that some of my family were given names that you didn't think fit them. Like how Mum's Dad, Grandpa, was named 'Harold' which you thought didn't fit him like Renard did... What about my name? Did Mum do right?"
Not answering right away, Siusan chewed on another bite of chicken, enjoying the taste. Though she enjoyed the time being spent with Harry and the talk even more... if just slightly. Finally, she gave a nod, "Your name both fits and does not, Harry-Child. Lily-Child did good in giving you the name that she did, but while it fits... it does not fit entirely."
Considering that, Harry swallowed the bite in his mouth, "Is it because Harry could stand for a number of names?"
Slowly, she nodded some with a slight smile, "Yes, Harry is a name of power. I am unsure if either Harold, which means 'Ruler of Armies' would fit better or perhaps Henry, which means 'Home Ruler'." Becoming thoughtful, she hummed some, "Though as you wish to become an Admiral from what you have told me, Harold could perhaps fit better... though I can also see you do well as the Head of a Household." Chuckling, Siusan gave him a look of amusement, "Perhaps, Harry fits and does not, Harry-Child, because both Harold and Henry fit as well. A balance."
Lips curling upwards, Harry shook his head, "Huh..."
Eventually, between the two of them, they finished off the food. Leaning back in the chair, Siusan placed her hand on her stomach and laughed, "Ah, I am fit to burst, Harry-Child. This is one fox that will have a hard time running with such weight." Looking at him though, she got up and walked over before dampening a cloth, "Though you were right that while good, it was quite messy."
All Harry did though was close his eyes as he felt her clean his face of the sauce before opening them. The Irish fox spirit smiled at the happiness in those emerald orbs, happy that Brigid's eyes shone, though also at the fact that Harry did not pull away from her hands as she gently cleaned him.
Granted, a few moments later, she chuckled as he returned the favour.
Once both their faces were clean, Harry looked at her, "So... you enjoyed yourself?"
Placing her hands on his cheeks, Siusan nodded, "I have, Harry-Child. Thank you so very much for this."
Moments later, the thirteen year old was hugging her as she hugged him back just as fiercely, "I'm glad then that you enjoyed the meal, Grandmother." Hearing her sniffle some, he pulled back with confusion on his face, "Is something wrong?"
Shaking her head, Siusan chuckled, "Ah, it is nothing. Just the fact in a few short days you will be off again to Japan, Harry-Child. Nothing more."
Eyes widening, Harry looked away and coughed, "Um, right... about that..." With a deep breath, he turned back to her, "I... was actually wondering if you wanted to come with me, to Japan. And, well... spend the holidays with us? Myself, Mum, Hoppou, Rose and the others?"
Jaw dropping, the fox stared at him, "... Oh... oh, Harry-Child. I... you wish for me to come?"
Harry nodded as he placed his hand over hers, "I do, Grandmother. And I already talked with Mum, my adoptive one, and she sees no issue with you staying over the holidays with us." Expression bright and yet soft, he looked at her eyes to see confusion warring with joy and hope, "You're family after all. Please... say yes."
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Siusan did not say anything for several seconds before closing her eyes and chuckling, 'I could never say no to your eyes, Brigid.' Opening her eyes, she gave a small nod, "Of course, Harry-Child. Though I may need help as, well..." Biting her lip, the fox shook her head, "I have never been so very far from home."
Brightly smiling, Harry shook his head, "Don't worry about that, Grandmother. I'll be right there, trust me."
Just nodding, Siusan smiled, "Of course I do..."