He leans in, reaching for a beer. "Ha- I'm betting they won't figure it out for a while yet. Not until one of them gathers their offspring in for tea and asks about Uncle Iggy, and the oldest tries to shush the youngest from blurting that Uncle Iggy hasn't been living with them a while. Probably Tabby. Don't think that kid's learnt the meaning of 'secret' yet."

Still. Maybe he ought to check in on the older kids tomorrow, just for the sake of having their support.