“Uncle Christoph!” Celyn jumped to her feet, rushing to hug him. “I’m learning addition and about bees and, and…”
“A million things you’ll need to know when you grow up.” He patted her head, which caused her to wrinkle her nose and bat his hand away.
“Not a million,” Helen said, smiling. “Not at her age.”
“Bet it feels like it to her, though,” Christoph replied. “I don’t know if Wyn remembered to tell you but he’s going to be a little late coming home. He’s helping me with something this evening.”
“He did, so I’ll probably just sleep here tonight. I know how you late your ‘a little late’ can get.”
“Thank you.” He gave Celyn a hug, reminded her to behave, and when she was settled back at the table with Helen, he went into the kitchen. Keeping an ear open in case Celyn decided to follow
