Haldir returned his brother's glance - wasn't this how it always went? Arya dragged them into something, and somehow always came out unscathed. Well, she did hate baths, but that was a lot less worse than having to clean up blueberry filling from the floor. Haldir knew that the only thing going through his brother's mind was that they should have listened to him, that none of this would have happened...because it was the same thing Terin thought or said every time things like this happened. And yet they kept happening, regardless. Sometimes Arya was just too persuasive with those big blue eyes and little voice. Haldir would never begrudge her her manipulations, instead just as happy with his home the way it was.
"Well, let's get started..." He said mock-cheerfully. Their father was due home soon, the sun near to setting outside. He did miss being at the carpenter's shop - he felt better when he had things to do with his hands - but there was a bit of excitement growing in his stomach, anticipation for his father's arrival. Not that he didn't see the elf nearly every day, but it was there none the less. In the kitchen, it wasn't that bad (or so he told himself) - the vat of water for washing dishes would have to be dumped out and refilled, and a good majority of the floor (and some of the wall) was covered with blueberry filling. Lucky it wasn't a big floor to begin with. Haldir went to the sink, skirting around the mess, and grabbed some wet cloths for wiping. He tossed one to Terin, making sure to give some sort of noise to alert him instead of smacking his brother in the face.
Meanwhile, Partha took Arya out back where another tub was set up, setting the girl in it while she grabbed a few pails of water from a nearby well. Sooner than expected, she had the little girl sitting in suds and clean - the woman had quite a bit of experience with quickly cleaning small children, what with the three who had come before this one. Although most of them really couldn't hold a candle to their sister, which Partha was certain was not something to brag about.
((OOC: Hey, do you want to write Arandur into this? And then we can cap it, since I think once he gets home and they get the festivities going, we can call it a close. Like, maybe one more post from each of us?))