Stephen chuckled. "I suppose there are worse things to do. Surely Timothy drags him out sometimes. I just saw him though. There was a party at our house for one of Jeremiah's friends--Angelina Johnson, and Will was there...wearing a mighty tight costume," he said and laughed again.
Stephen finished his pint and nodded. "Yeah, reserved beds. Not that special really. They're still hard as hell, and sometimes the pyjamas don't even bloody fit. What about you, Turpin? What do you do for fun?"