"And a big night," he reminisced with a grin sneaking onto his face.

"What, that's all I get?"

"We're fine-- some lost kids came knocking so we're all holed up in the living room right now." He plugged his other ear to drown out the singing and chatter that had resumed from the children. "Well, except Parisa, she insisted on going down to fix the fuse box."

"Out of the house--?" He looked to the windows, outside of which a wall of blinding white swirled furiously. "There is a veritable blizzard out there. Can I do anything else? Protect a room, maybe?"

"Okay. We'll hole up in there until you get here. Anything else I should know?"

"We're going to the Princess's room," he tempted them. "She's got the softest pillows."

"Well, he never tried to kill you, so..."

"Pari." He said seriously. "The man attempted murder?"

"Let's just make everything a tomorrow problem," he proposed.

Their thunking footsteps filled the air as they clambered up the rickety steps, Feo's feet catching on the stairs and threatening a tumble as Pari dragged him along. "We have to get to your room, now."