“On the contrary,” Oak replied, “If the denizens of the Weave are staying away, it will not be by choice. Which suggests there is a bigger picture yet to be seen. We should hold fast, and await what transpires. Perhaps in the meantime,” he smiled at mum, “We might partake of some refreshment?”
“Oh, yes,” Mary replied. “Tea?”
“That would be delightful.”
Mum stood, heading for the kitchen.
“I'll give you a hand,” said Fiona, tagging along.
The cats, meanwhile, had curled up by Oak, keeping an eye and an ear open to proceedings.
