Percy came to learn that when children were quiet it meant they were getting into trouble.
"Molly," Percy found her in the kitchen one morning. The lid to the biscuits was only put back on half way and there was a trail of chocolate smeared around her mouth. He raised his eyebrows when she attempted to smile innocently. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing!" She grinned toothily.
Percy hummed. "Did you get into the biscuits?"
"No," she shook her head.
"You didn't?"
"No," she repeated, shaking her head again.
"Then who did?"
Molly was silent before she burst out an answer. "Lucy!"
"Lucy got into the biscuits?" He clarified. His youngest daughter was only a few months old. Certainly not old enough to crawl or open things yet.
"Yeah!"
"And you're sure she got into the biscuits?"
Molly giggled.
"Because I think you did," he bopped her on the nose. She threw her arms around his leg and hugged it. He sighed fondly.
Oh, yes. Children most definitely were into some sort of mischief when they were quiet.