Eugene agreed with a noncommittal noise over his drink. He was saved from finding something else to say by the arrival of his son tearing into the room and shouting, "Auntie Lena!" before attempting to pounce on her. It wasn't like Eugene could climb on the roof anymore in his condition, though he supposed if Lena was determined enough she would levitate him up there somehow.

"Now you can do your puzzles." He laughed. Clearly Theseus' nap had given him the second wind he'd needed. And Lena could take a turn entertaining and let Eugene off the hook for a little while.