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One thing to could be said about holidays in the Kagan home- it was always dramatic. In those rare moments that Ty was under the same roof with the rest of them, there was usually screaming between him and someone else at some point. Heather suspected that he was still dealing....dealing the war, the sudden child thing, mental illness. It probably didn't excuse him, at all, but there was some of his behavior that familiar.

"Ty's taking Ollie to the airport." Heather, said after Hadyn and Ollie had disappeared from the kitchen. Hadyn to deal with, as usual, the screaming. Ollie left to pack up the rest of his stuff, coffee in hand. And that left Heather and Micah to, well, fend for themselves. "Do you think drama can be bred into a family line?" There had to be some sort of explanation.

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"I think if it can be, the Kagans have singlehandedly isolated the drama gene and let it propagate...everywhere," Micah said as he cracked eggs into a bowl and looked over at Heather. "But some of it's just because there's so many of them in one place. The more personalities you throw into a holiday mix, the crazier shit gets. I'll convince Izak he should invite you and Sarah to my parents for Passover. And then you'll see."

There was a humorous hint of doom in his voice, which was mostly ruined by the slight smile. "Izak didn't get most of the drama," he said. "So I guess I lucked out. Though, frankly, I probably would have been terrified of Tyler if he'd hit on me."

"So now you're just telling me it is a Jewish thing?" Heather asked as she grinned at Micah. "That's worrisome, considering I am toying with the idea that I may actually be a good mom. Eventually. Now I don't know if I can handle this all the time." It was just one of those things, she guessed.

Though the idea of Izak being dramatic, or Ty terrifying Micah was a bit funny. "I don't think I can picture Izak, ever, being dramatic. Unless it is over some miracle formula." She said with a grin. "But...how exactly could Ty terrify you? He's...just a cuddly brick wall, you know."

"I'm not going to tell you it's just a Jewish thing. But maybe partly a Jewish thing." He eyed the eggs and wondered if it was even worth trying to keep it all kosher. Probably not, really. It was kind of funny that he even tried; it wasn't as if his family kept it themselves. "You'd be a great mom. Sarah'd be pretty good, too, both of you are good with Eliana. Izak and I, on the other hand? Probably better off with dogs."

They were both too married to their jobs. "Oh, he can bring the drama when he wants too. Mostly over formulas, but there was the time when he got the job at the CDC." It hadn't been like there were a ton of math jobs in Atlanta, after all. "As for Ty - well, you know how it is. He's kind of intimidatingly gorgeous. Didn't you ever have that problem with Miss Have-You-Considered-Modeling?"

"Nah, you guys would be good with a kid. I'd feel for the kid if he hates math or science, though. I can see how Sarah felt like the odd one out with Hadyn and Izak....and Ty. I really don't get him that well, though." For a guy who graduated at the top of his class both in High School and at the Naval Academy without even looking like he tried, he didn't seem to do much with his life.

"What happened with the CDC?" Though from the sound of it, it seemed like a dangerous topic. "Oh, yeah. He is sort of just...this walking god among men, or something like that. I think it is the combination- jaw, eyes, smile and hair. He just works it all. But with Sarah? No. I mean, a little. But we were friends long before we dated. It helped."

"With our luck, we'd breed a jock. My dad would be thrilled. Probably start them on basketball when they were two. " Ty was an odd one, he thought. He didn't really get him, either. Of course, he didn't really get Ollie for the same reason - why would you willingly keep going back into a warzone? And hr hadn't gotten Sarah until he'd realized that those artistic frenzies were actually just like Izak when he was in the middle of something. Or himself when he was in the middle of something.

He shrugged, though. "He just got a job there. Basically his dream job, so he'll be moving down to Atlanta soon. He wants me to come too, but honestly, there are so few mathematics jobs in the area that I'll probably end up being an extremely well-educated househusband if I go." He wasn't sure Izak was really getting his problem with that particularly well. "I think Ty and Ollie were friends first, too. Plus Ollie is just one of those extremely confident guys, you know?" He said. "Do you think that's why Elisha can't stand him?"

"Hey, we can't all be perfect." Heather said, laughing brightly at that. "Ty and Ollie are surprisingly good at parenting it seems. She'll definitely have the cleanest dorm room known the man when she goes to college."

Scrubbing her hand in her hair, she shook her head just a little. "Are....you two going to...split?" She asked, hesitant and worried all at once Izak and Micah were just, well, perfect for each other. The idea of break that up seemed terrible. "I mean, is it like a forever thing or something?"

"I mean...it's a little early to say that," Micah said as he mixed eggs with milk. "It'll go one of two ways. He'll convince me to move down to Atlanta and search for a job, or I'll stay in New York for a while and we'll do the long distance thing. He keeps talling me that there are mathematician jobs at the CDC but, heh, not really in my field." More statistics. Which was probably about as exciting as teaching freshman bio had been for Izak.

"I don't know. We'll see how it goes, I guess."

"You could find a college, or something. Though, honestly, I don't see him staying in Atalanta. Izak's too....New Englandy, you know? He gets a sunburn just thinking about being in the sun, and doesn't know what it means to never get snow and stuff. It might be a dream job- but is it a job, job...or more like an internship?" There was some hope if that was the case.

"He'll...come around, I bet."

"The humidity would do horrible things to both of our hair," Micah said dryly, because hair was always number one on both of their lists of priorities. "It's a real job. Research position. But you're right, as much as he wants to work there, I don't know that he will forever." At least he hoped not.

"College jobs are hard to come by," he said, though. "That's why I'm still a postdoc as it is. There's a lot more math phds than there are professorships. But you never know, I guess. Something could pop up." He'd put feelers out, though, and the only bite he'd gotten so far was from, well. A community college.

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