If there was any doubt that Connor and Kairos put together are quietly wealthy, this should lay it to rest. It's a big house for two people, too.

Connor is at work with hammer and tongs, working on a fairly small piece of metal. The leather apron over his t-shirt has plenty of burn marks already, after just a year of use, and he's cast off his jacket over a workbench.

Sorcha squirms up, spraying snow, and bounds in a circle around April as she approaches.

"...Hey!" Connor glances up with a smile, and waves with the hammer.