The question felt dangerous, but Art smiled at it — it was impossible for him not to be charmed by Gwenog, even though he was worried to be talking to Ester in any situation that bordered on public. He couldn't hold his breakdown against her, but the association was still there — and he would have bet money that she had laudanum somewhere on her person. (Worse, even — what if Emrys had told her about them?)

"Me, we think," Art said, forcing brightness into his tone, "But luckily she's got her mother's sense." And even more luckily, Gwen was a girl — harder to do as much financial damage.