Raph's dulcet tones have brought someone else to the door. Someone looking for her children, though she has the good sense to knock first. It's not her fault the knock goes unheard, forcing her to enter.

"Goddess," Alanna swears. "Grace! Thom! Jamie! What do you think you're doing? I sent you to fetch milk a half hour ago, and I find you here, bothering your uncle and his-"

She trails off, blinking. "Er."

"Her name's Abigail," Grace helpfully supplies. "Can she stay? Can she, Mama?"

"Ah. Hello, Abigail. It's lovely to meet you." Alanna is almost as red as Raph.

"They were doing that thing you do with Da," says Jamie, not about to be outdone by his sister.