"Yeah, sure. We've always got some food around, I'll raid the kitchen for ye." Ollie headed for the door, book under his arm. Calling out, he addressed Ainsley. "I'll see you later, bonnie lass!"

She mooed in understanding, he thought, and he opened the door, holding it for Gid. "I get it. I've tried running off a couple times myself. Always kinda fell apart once I got too hungry, truth to be told. I'm mostly ruled by my stomach."

Alas. He had noticed the black eye, but for now he chose not to comment on it. He did have tact after all, contrary to what his brother had accused him of.