"And she could tell them all about how Grandpa is a crazy flying horse that loves to eat sugar cubes and carrots." She loved her dad to no end the way he cold hold onto a character and never break from it until it was time to go back home. And yet a moment later could be doing Shakespeare like no one's business. At least the crazy family hadn't managed to scare off Will yet.
"He's a year old, William. He's afraid of having to stop playing long enough to take a bath. Then most of the time Oliver isn't much better. And we could build them a little boat with a pretty little sail and just pull it across so they wouldn't even get wet." They'd never make it more than a few yards off the island though and it was more than likely that someone would have them captured and likely jailed. The kids, if they were lucky, would end up with their grandparents or one of their aunts. If they weren't so lucky... Lucy didn't even want to think about it even if there was yet to be a telepath that could get into her head.