"What's your mate's name then?" He assumed he wasn't about to suddenly get a straight answer from a boy nicknamed Jip, so he took an educated guess. Limited amount of boys that age around, even less so on farms, even less so that would keep quite about a runaway. "Wouldn't happen to be Ollie McDonald, would it? Don't you worry about the tree, lad. With the company you keep I'm just glad you didn't set fire to anything."

He took the baby monitor from Gideon and then poured the water for their tea, gesturing to the cup he'd picked for Gideon. "Do you want milk?"