"Sorry, Auntie," Russell offers, ducking his head a little. Nothing like a beloved relative worrying at him to make him feel a kid again. "The train, and... tea would be lovely." It would be too-big a lie to say they'd gotten caught up talking, as difficult as it is to make words about any of this.

He follows her inside, with Benjiro a quieter shadow looming behind. The house looks about as usual, their mostly-neat mix of household needs and decoration hasn't changed much since the last time he's visited. Rosemary's sitting at a table with a book in hand, but she's flipping the pages a little too quickly to really be reading the contents. She peers up at them through those huge glasses and relaxes a little, sighing.

"Now, we're not... angry," Rosemary says, as Agatha gets the kettle underway. "But you understand we've been concerned. I'm glad you were able to come."