“She’ll be turning about - thank you ma’am,” she nodded, touching her hat as the woman ushered her into the cottage. “She’ll be turning five this year. It was quite an experience traveling across the ocean with her.” The home was cozy and well taken care of, but had the distinct air and sound of one not unfamiliar with activity and - on the occasion - chaos. As evidenced by the racket above their heads that soon revealed itself to be the aforementioned child.

“I assume this is the child you were talkin’ about?” Avery drawled with a smile as she watched a small two year old beaming as he made his way down the stairs.

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