You could slice the atmosphere in the living room when we returned with the tea. Oak leaned toward my husband, imploring look upon his face.
“Apology accepted!” Edward announced, springing to his feet. He winked at me, taking the tray. “You people fascinate me.”
“We do?”
“Oh yes! All of this Weave stuff, this is everyday stuff to you, but to us, phew! It scrambles the mind. I don't know how you do it, get out of bed everyday to face this bedlam.”
“Well,” Oak replied, “Our perception of time is different to yours.”
