Nathaniel was sleeping, and Padma was enjoying some quiet time with a book. The sun was streaming through the windows in her drawing room, and she was revelling in the warmth on her face as she lost herself in a work of fiction. Not normally one for such fancies, but the author of this work had created something truly amazing and she had been sucked completely into this author's world. Truly a magician with the quill.
She heard Theo enter the room, and turned to look at him, glad she had just finished yet another cliffhanging chapter.
"Hello, love," she smiled, but raised an eyebrow when she saw what he was carrying. "What's all this?"