Peter growls.
Aengus smirks, pushing off the tree with his shoulder. He puts out a hand towards the cottage, waiting for Peter to go first.
Peter looks at him, tightening his jaw, and nods. After a short stare, he turns and walks towards the cottage.
A short time later, Peter and Aengus return.
Peter sits next to Sarah under the window to the right of the door. He leans his head against the wall and stares at the ceiling.
Sarah cuts her eyes at him. She turns her head to speak, but Aengus stands in front of them. He hands her and Peter wooden bowls. Steam rises and swirls from within them.
Sarah takes a bowl, looking at Aengus' smile. “What is it?” She pulls the spoon from a creamy white substance.
Aengus stands straight. “It’s potato soup, made it meself.” He scratches the back of
