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xp_logsJay is caught in the middle of emailed wedding planning between Warren and Katherine Worthington. Backdated to March 13.
Jay popped into Warren's office with his coffee order. Getting Warren's coffee was not at all Jay's job, but he didn't actually mind since he didn't like to stay cooped up all day and it gave him a chance to stretch his legs and wings. "Yer mama keeps e-mailing all the secretarial staff about the guest list for yer wedding. Call her back," he said as he placed the coffee on Warren's desk.
"My mom is on a do not answer list. Why would I change that?" Warren gave a nod in thanks for the coffee. For whatever faults (imaginary of course) that Jay had, he knew how to get coffee like a pro. "Also, I don't even have a date set. That's someone else's job. Hope, probably. Maybe Bobbi. I don't know, I haven't even thought about it since I gave Bobbi her ring. You can call her back. Don't show her your face though -- you're exactly her type, and I don't want to call you Step-Daddy."
Jay made a face at the thought of being flirted with by Warren's mother. No thank you, he didn't need to be flirted with by women old enough to be his grandmother. "I ain't her son and don't know any of the people she's talkin' about. And it ain't my wedding..." Jay trailed off slightly at the thought that he wouldn't actually get to have his own wedding. "Besides, I can't believe you have your own mama on a do not answer list. You and Sam both..." He shook his head.
"She is my mother by virtue of having birthed me. My housekeeper raised me.," Warren said flatly. "Luz is more of my mother, and the reason why I spoke Spanish before English." He paused. "My housekeeper. Not a nanny, because that would imply my parents cared enough to know I was even being raised. So, to answer your judgment there -- I have no desire to speak to my mother more than absolutely necessary, and if it wasn't for appearances, I'd call her Katherine. Anything else?"
That was... entirely sad. Lucinda had never really been present, leaving most of the raising to everyone around her, but Jay never questioned that she had been trying the very best she could and loved he and all his siblings. "I'll tell Mrs. Worthington you'll have a guest list only after you have a date set. Want me to be tellin' her she gets no say in it too?" Jay asked, feeling a strange sort of pity for Warren.
"Better to let her send you a list, and then we ignore it completely, otherwise she will harass you non-stop." He sighed and rubbed at his forehead. Dealing with his mother first thing in the morning always gave him a headache. "Remind me to invite you to Sunday dinner. You'll learn what dysfunction truly means."
"I'll pass. Sunday's my day off anyways," Jay said, shaking his head as he exited the office, already typing up an email to the woman who had changed in his mind from "Warren's Mama" to "Mrs. Worthington".
Jay popped into Warren's office with his coffee order. Getting Warren's coffee was not at all Jay's job, but he didn't actually mind since he didn't like to stay cooped up all day and it gave him a chance to stretch his legs and wings. "Yer mama keeps e-mailing all the secretarial staff about the guest list for yer wedding. Call her back," he said as he placed the coffee on Warren's desk.
"My mom is on a do not answer list. Why would I change that?" Warren gave a nod in thanks for the coffee. For whatever faults (imaginary of course) that Jay had, he knew how to get coffee like a pro. "Also, I don't even have a date set. That's someone else's job. Hope, probably. Maybe Bobbi. I don't know, I haven't even thought about it since I gave Bobbi her ring. You can call her back. Don't show her your face though -- you're exactly her type, and I don't want to call you Step-Daddy."
Jay made a face at the thought of being flirted with by Warren's mother. No thank you, he didn't need to be flirted with by women old enough to be his grandmother. "I ain't her son and don't know any of the people she's talkin' about. And it ain't my wedding..." Jay trailed off slightly at the thought that he wouldn't actually get to have his own wedding. "Besides, I can't believe you have your own mama on a do not answer list. You and Sam both..." He shook his head.
"She is my mother by virtue of having birthed me. My housekeeper raised me.," Warren said flatly. "Luz is more of my mother, and the reason why I spoke Spanish before English." He paused. "My housekeeper. Not a nanny, because that would imply my parents cared enough to know I was even being raised. So, to answer your judgment there -- I have no desire to speak to my mother more than absolutely necessary, and if it wasn't for appearances, I'd call her Katherine. Anything else?"
That was... entirely sad. Lucinda had never really been present, leaving most of the raising to everyone around her, but Jay never questioned that she had been trying the very best she could and loved he and all his siblings. "I'll tell Mrs. Worthington you'll have a guest list only after you have a date set. Want me to be tellin' her she gets no say in it too?" Jay asked, feeling a strange sort of pity for Warren.
"Better to let her send you a list, and then we ignore it completely, otherwise she will harass you non-stop." He sighed and rubbed at his forehead. Dealing with his mother first thing in the morning always gave him a headache. "Remind me to invite you to Sunday dinner. You'll learn what dysfunction truly means."
"I'll pass. Sunday's my day off anyways," Jay said, shaking his head as he exited the office, already typing up an email to the woman who had changed in his mind from "Warren's Mama" to "Mrs. Worthington".
