"I'm well-aware of that by now," Alasdair said, flicking Hadyn a look. "Henry hasn't had to stick anything of mine in the circular file for a few years now. It's a waste of effort, really. Probably a better idea just to write for myself and tuck it away. Someone can discover my genius in the attic in a hundred years and wonder why it's never been published." At least in the best case scenario. In reality, though, part of the reason Henry didn't get plays anymore is Alasdair didn't have the time. The marketable pursuits had taken over.

"No," he said, though, giving Hadyn a long look. "We tend to demand it from ourselves the most. Unless we're completely lazy brats like, say, Riley."