Molly tried to remember the last time her children sought her out as a group to offer to help for a party. Usually she had to hunt them down and put them to work. They were usually up to something when they started moving around in packs, she'd found.

But she looked around the kitchen as she wiped her hands on her apron. Everything was going smoothly just then, so she shook her head, although she couldn't keep the smile she wore from growing at seeing the whole of her family that was in Darrow all in once place, and under their new roof. "Not just now, dear. I've got things in hand for the moment. But thank you."