#presents?

Leon had had a busy week, all things considered, and he was enjoying the peace of a day off by actually doing nothing, for once, aside from making tea. Which, to other people, was making lunch, since “tea” meant rather more than a cup of boiling water and some scented leaves to a Gilnean. Far as he was concerned, he was doing nothing. It was only sandwiches, scones, biscuits and honey, c’mon…

He had just set the tray down in the living room when he heard the knock, and ducking back into the kitchen to fetch a second cup just in case, bellowed “It’s open!”

He never did lock the front door when he was home.