"Henry is going to throw a rage-fit." He almost wanted to see it, Alasdair thought as he leaned in the door with a box in his hands. The DeWitt Family Revelry was over - it mostly involved eating until they were almost sick and ripping into presents, anyway - and he had a house to move into, the perfect excuse for escaping questions about he and Elani.

"Want some ibuprofen? I have some in this box, I think."