"We were just playing around, Molly!" Gideon pounded his fist on the table for extra emphasis, sending plates and silverware skittering and crashing away. If possible, Molly only looked more furious, her face scarlet.
"War isn't playing, Gideon. Bill and Charlie are too young for that sort of thing!"
Gideon's frustration exploded in a shower of sparks and broken ceramic. Fabian should be here, Fabian should be agreeing with him, defending him, calming Molly down.
"It was just a game of hide and seek!"
"Whatever it was upset the boys - Arthur still hasn't gotten them calmed down," Molly snapped, gesturing toward the stairs, where the occasional wail could still be heard.
"It's because they're scared. They seem to think there's bad people out there trying to kill us all. I wonder where they could have heard something like that?" Gideon asked lightly,a dangerous challenge. Molly's face reached an alarming shade of red that Gideon suspected was beginning to match his own.
"Are you suggesting this is my fault?" Molly's eyes narrowed, each word edged with disbelief. Gideon scowled and ignored her, instead yanking open the kitchen door. Molly's shouts quickly faded in the roar of the wild spring night.