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Dinner had been absolutely lovely. March 1st was St David's Day, and the man himself was in an exceptional mood, bouncing around the kitchen and singing anything from old Welsh hymns to Tom Jones, as he prepared the delicious-smelling soup.

Eating with the Patron Saints of Britain at the table was an experience. The four of them seemed to speak a different language to each other at times, referencing things that only they four could possibly know about. But with Rhiannon and Francis and Henry with the twins, they had a very enjoyable evening. Especially with Wrath at the table too. Trivial pursuit was an experience with such a varied group of people.

Eventually, the party wound down, the last hands of cards were dealt, and David had been standing in the hallway "saying goodbye" for the last half an hour when Iestyn tugged on Henry's hand, and the two of them stole away down the stairs to Iestyn's room.

He flopped onto his bed with a gusty sigh, and grinned at Henry. "You did well tonight," he said, holding out a hand to him. "You fit in really well with all the family."