The Midwife's Wards

It was hard to argue with Jax’s comment about why Loren was in time-out, because he was lying about actually being in time-out. Indeed, he was here by choice and not actually banished by Phoebe. The giggles were odd, and his eyes flicked to Pim and the healer to make sure neither had noticed. Still, the longer the Launceleyn played along, the harder it would get to disabuse the chubby boy of the notion that the summoner had done something wrong. Given that he had, indeed, done some things wrong, he wasn’t even going to bother. ”I suppose you’re right.” He was still whispering, hoping only the boys noticed the conversation. However, the next comment out of Jax’s mouth surprised Loren. This child couldn’t have been more than six or seven, and definitely not old enough to be baking cookies unsupervised. ”What kind of cookies? Do you have a favorite?” Maybe Roana let her sons think they were baking but was the one doing the actually difficult and dangerous parts. The Launceleyn obviously didn’t know how parents normally interacted with their kids. Maybe the midwife would forgive the Launceleyn if he gave a sincere apology, maybe she wouldn’t. They’d never find out, since the summoner wasn’t going to do it. He wasn’t sure he was capable of mustering up the type of apology that would result in forgiveness. ”I don’t know that there are words that are nice enough.” That seemed like a safer thing to say than the truth. Great. Now Loren was lying to children. LOREN Not quite an open book