Seamus had caught his brother's move out of the corner of his eye and nudged him sharply. He didn't know what Mr. Sypher was exactly, but he knew it wasn't anything good. An' if Father Sypher was his brudder, did that make him the same thing? It was too much for Seamus to think about.
"Good," Sypher said, now an amused smile on his lips as he whipped his hand around and a pair of raspberry zingers appeared on the edge of his desk. "Sit. Eat. Tell us what you've been doing since you left us."