"Apparently, I'm coordinated like that," Angus told Ruby. "It could have been worse, though. Could have been poison ivy or something."
"Or rocks," Marcus said. "Or, you could have waited for us and perhaps not fallen at all. But would you listen? of course not."
"But we found the gold. Isn't that most important?" Angus asked.
"So, your philosophy is just damn all the torpedos and get the shiny thing under the bush?"
"Yeah," Angus teased, knowing that would irk Marcus.
"Nitwit," Marcus headslapped Angus, and Angus tried hard not to laugh.
"In this case, it worked great," Angus said.
"Which is why all three of us are picking nettle hairs. Great strategy. What a great way to spend an evening."
"Well, what else do we have to do? We're not muggles, after all. No tv to watch."
"Look, Doofus. Wizards have never had television, and we have survived evenings without television."
"Admit it. The only thing you had to do was to go to bed in time, which we rarely do anyway, so I don't know why you're complaining."
"I'm only complaining that this was avoidable."
"And we'd have never found the gold if I had done it your way."
"You don't know that," Marcus said, not wanting to admit that Angus was, most likely, right. "And besides, you'd have gotten them in the bed, and Ruby might not have appreciated rolling over on some."
"Well, I suppose there is that," Angus admitted as all four teens wandered in, and Sam opened the freezer and got out the ice cream, and they began to make chocolate sundaes for the four of them.
"Hollow, All four of them. Absolutely hollow," Marcus said. "We just ate, and they're back for more."