"Well, then it's good you found me! I'm lucky, remembering how to survive without magic." He winked, nudging his grandson. "Though I have to admit, I've really grown used to it." He waved a hand over the lawn. "Do you, by chance, know what a thatcher does exactly? The only sort I know involves pulling...well, these things..." He pulled up a stalk, "So they can be used to make roofs." Holding up that stalk, Ted felt ridiculous. So much for not looking a fool in front of the grandson he was trying desperately to get to like him.