"Oh Margerie, you really must be careful with the less sturdy littlings." Marian chastised in the way that parents do when she saw Artemisia wince under the force of a playful slap delivered by a Boggart who had always had problems knowing her own strength. The older Boggart woman then turned a sympathetic eye on the Slaugh sleuth. "I do hope my daughter hasn't been making a habit of that." Marian said apologetically. "Either way, it happens enough around these parts that Old Abbott has plenty of ice packs on had for these occurrences. Just ask for one from Elizabeth when she returns and she'll have it to you as soon as she can."

"Ah you worry too much, dear." Bartholomew spoke up. "Slaugh can shrug off much worse than an overly exuberant slap on the shoulder. More likely it just surprised her a little." The old bandit then turned his gaze back towards his daughter and her employer. "Well, don't keep us in suspense." He said encouragingly. "What in the House [i]had[/i] just happened?"