Partha pressed a hand to her mouth to calm the laughter. Her eyes went from Sellion to Terin, and then back to her youngest. It seemed that it would be up to her to set this to rights, which she had absolutely no problem with at all.
Striding into the room, she took the sopping wet Arya from her brother and settled the wet toddler on her hip, uncaring that her skirt was instantly saturated. "Is that so. And her brothers were being gallant in helping her? How did the pie end up on the floor?"
Haldir was wiping his hands on his pants, glancing to his brothers and then back at their mother. Arya, meanwhile, was still upset about being wet but much happier to be being held normally instead of hanging from someone's arms.
"Pie, Mama, pie!" She insisted, motioning to the kitchen. Partha shook her head.
"No, missy, you're getting a bath. What a shame that the pie was ruined before your father came home. Sellion, I want you to run over to Aellem's, perhaps she's got one she's willing to part with. Tell her about the occasion. Terin, Haldir, I'd like you two to get to work cleaning up the kitchen before your father gets home - I'm going to try and get your sister looking presentable." She looked over her children, a smile gracing her pretty features. It seemed she was never able to leave them alone for long without some sort of mischief occurring, and Arya was usually at the center of it.