The walk was uneventful (or as uneventful as it could be with this trio), and the man busied himself with making food once they arrived, leaving the two boys in the living room.

Chivy occupied himself with peering at all of the random knickknacks and books on the shelves, holding his hands together behind his back to keep from picking things up. "You know, I think you might be good luck," he commented, staring at a row of books.