"Not that I've seen, but I am sure they are here," Guy said, unable to help but feel himself slip into the mode of conversation he used with his sons or nephews at home. The ultra-aware sense that he couldn't say certain things, that extra retrain and a teacher like approach to matters was best. He would never be called a warm or cuddly father, except with his eldest daughter, nor a very giving provider. And Orion was still young enough to be handed those cards. He set a cup of tea on the table, using his wand to bring sugar and milk over as well. "How old are you, if I may ask? You're still in school I see."