[ And look after the children, he does, focusing the attention which had once been turned toward amassing snow into three colossal tiers into a scavenger hunt. What for, might one ask? Why, a wooden plank, of course! Timber which is found in the shed adjacent to the orphanage, sturdy enough to function as a ramp with which to ascend the final piece of the puzzle: the snowman's head. ]

I hadn't expected you to return.

[ —Sion greets the man with a slow loft brow, an appraising stare. Who is this person to laugh, to dole out orders so freely, and then, of all things, keep true to his word?

Intrigued and disdainful in turns, Sion's smile never falters, but is kept neatly in place for the children. ]

...or to bring with you nearly so much. [ He'll not deny it, the other man is strong. ] But surely, you must be tired from the walk, from carrying such a heavy load. You'll not be blamed if you cannot continue on from here.

[ Funny, how Sion's voice rings as nothing but cordial and polite. But to the discerning ear, there is a summons, there, in those words: shape up or take your leave, I haven't any use for ruffians here. ]

Let us take the shovels then, the ladders.