As Flora raced Tuck to the yard, Ariadne started to pull on the clothes she'd been wearing last night, checked her phone to make sure Dionysus hadn't made himself sick on the cheesecake last night, and sent him a good morning beautiful selfie.
Barefoot, she made her way through into the kitchen after Tuck. "Do you trust me to make breakfast tea to a proper British standard?" she asked, spotting his kettle and giving him another little grin. "I promise the microwave won't be involved even a little."