He had been outside. His hours, since his attempts at sobriety, hadn't changed. But now, he'd taken to jogging around the property instead of burying himself down in his office to get to 'work'. It'd made a real difference, which was mostly why he'd wanted to try it out with Meggan and see if their interactions would prove more productive when she could feel free.
"This? No, no. Well," he smirked, "no. It's a storybook based on a legend." She'd figure it out - he hoped.
Brian shook his head when she suggested the tree. "No," he interjected, but waited patiently for her to finish speaking. She always had quite a lot to say. He raised his eyebrows and then handed the book over to Meggan. "We'll be reading aloud. The first one to the tree house gets to listen." His feet left the grassy earth, and he floated a foot or two off the ground. The Brit looked down at his fellow blond and raised his chin, angling it in the direction of Charles' childhood escape. "Care for a race?" He flew straight up, instead of in the proper direction, so as to give Meggan a proper warning, then Britannic made a beeline, grinning all the while.