Oh thank God. Patrick was back. David almost physically clung to him as he went to take the cup of juice and give it to his daughter. "Will Scarlet gave Aderyn his number," he said with a frown. "And Alan-a-dale is chatting up Iestyn, apparently. Just..." He shook his head. "What... I... Why do I have to work this out by myself?" He directed the last question heavenward. "How did she do it all these years?"