Harry walked down the hill toward Serenus and Tybalt's home. He could already smell the late-summer flowers on the breeze gently blowing into his face as he moved. The chocolate cake he'd bought at the baker's earlier weighed heavy in his pocket, its preserved, shrunken state a guilty reminder. Harry was timing his casual visit with hopes of helping Serenus with post-nap princes and earning a dinner invitation in the process. Faelan was away again, and Harry never thought cooking for himself was worth the time.
At the front door, he knocked and then poked his head just inside. "Serenus? It's Harry."