Gareth's hand clasped around the dart. "Thanks," he said. "You know, I always wondered if Uncle had a knack for pulling out sharp objects, or whether it was just that sword." He grinned. "That would be a handy skill now, wouldn't it?"
He leaned up against the cork board, turning the dart idly in his hands. "No, not at all. As you can see, we are rather, um, unoccupied at present." He gestured towards the open door. "But why don't we continue this conversation in a more private place? Wouldn't want to get into more trouble than we apparently are in at present."