There's a moment when Thomas eyes them and is less sure than he'd been earlier that this younger, hairier man is Raph, but the voice and eyes banish that thought.

Not to mention the way his sister is still trying to remove Raph's leggings. A brother can overlook a great deal, he's found, but this is all a bit much. In the common room. Honestly.

He lowers his arm and swings the pail back and forth until water sloshes over the side. "The satisfaction might be worth it," he decides. "Can you not take this somewhere else?"

Abigail unwisely laughs at him, thinking of all the other nearby places they'd taken it in the past, and finds herself flicked with water.

"He's just jealous," she says, doing her best to pat Raph's shoulder.