"I do enjoy these little bouts of fisticuffs," John drawled. "The barn-dwellers are starting to grind down. You gonna try giving them the good word yet? Malcolm might have to wait until after you've done that, more's the pity." He checked the time and flicked back to the cam app on his phone. Robin, Marian and Evelyn all paced or sat, not talking much. John pressed his lips together.
"You know, further isolation might be a key there. If I took Evelyn-" he began.