[ Molly tosses the phone on the coffee table again and leans back so his horns press down the back seat pillows a bit, smiling up at Fjord. He smells nice and clean, is still a little wet, and it's all so... domestic.

(So soothing, too.)

At the half-orc's question, he laughs. ]

No, I called her pazmyr. It means mother.

[ Hard to tell with that hissed 'z', but still. ]

She's holding a big party next weekend for a bunch of important people, and probably a lot of people in her business, too. Gotta go for my brand thing with her, do you want to come?