Ezra frowned, wondering briefly if Byron was making fun of him, but quickly decided against it. It was quite believable to think one of his siblings would have taken an opportunity to tease him about all of his efforts to force his newly gained adulthood to permeate his life, but it was also perfectly believable to think Byron was the sort of person who would be sitting around at breakfast already planning his make-believe games at two.

"I don't think real sword fights get scheduled," he pointed out as he worked through the peel on his orange. He wanted eggs and toast for breakfast in addition to the orange but was hoping that someone would materialize in the kitchen door bringing out plates full of them rather than him having to go looking. "Is the sword fight with the pirates? Seems like you might rescue the cat then and save yourself a little trouble."

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