"Groovy, I'm dead meat," Artan murmured, raising a brow to the boys. "Well, okay, you, young creature, you go pick out a room and make the rounds, introduce yourself. You, older-but-still-young creature, you go... do helping with that for your brother. I've got to make sure your mom's not freaking out or... the opposite of freaking out, which might actually be worse."
"Got it pops," Ronan said with a mocking salute and slipped out of the chair to stand and stick his hands in his pockets. "You don't have to help, Henry, I mean, unless you really don't have anything better to do."