"Well of course there will be drawbridges," George said with the air of someone explaining that clouds lived in the sky. "How do you expect we'd get from the land to the house? It wouldn't be a very good moat if you could just step across."
He was running out of ideas - which tended to happen, whether he admitted to it or not. He peered over his brother's shoulder to read the list again, seeing everything he'd ever wanted out of a home when he was nine. Well, minus cannons and dragons and things, but those were just silly. They were grown-ups!
"These are going to be the best houses ever, everyone's going to be terribly jealous."