After locking himself in his room once the clusterfuck that was way too kinky for his liking had ended and submerging himself in cigarette therapy to combat the smell of the mines and the earth and the coiling heat that felt like it would never leave him, Badou could use a distraction from unfunny inner monologues.
So this in mind his feet lazily carried him downstairs with the intent to totally veg out with a kung fu movie and possibly fall asleep and stay asleep this time in a big comfy chair, unbothered. And thanks to not checking the feed for Mary's heads up Badou will walk in blindl- er. Damn.

What he found was not a Bruce Lee movie special but what appeared to be a pretty swanky party in the works judging by the delicious smells making his nose twitch and, after a moment of gawking at the godly spread, he noticed the cheery woman standing by the doors in greeting. Nice detective work, Nails.
He stood there at the threshold like a big dork, his eye flickering to the cute little sign she'd obviously put heart into as he tucked an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He cocked an eyebrow at the hostess with the mostess, gathering his thoughts. Mother's day, huh? Someone who'd never had one to begin with couldn't really feel the sting of absence, could they?

"Man, is it adoption day already? And here I forgot to change my socks, shit.” Make no mistake Badou /was/ trying to be a little shit but his tone is light, teasing, his big dumbass mouth doesn’t mean any harm. He’d seen Mary around before, sure, vaguely, but she looked pretty young to have kids…

“Did your brats slave away fer all this? You’ve got ‘em with an iron fist, thatta girl. Er ma’am. Marm. S'impressive.”