It's back to T-shirts in the hot weather, and Mordred makes his way out to Melehan's and Luneta's play fort house, with only a slight grimness to his determination.
Supper's nearly over by the time Mordred gets home, after the latest crackplot has worn off and he's finally gotten done whatever he was out doing. He elbows the front door open and slips inside, all windblown and lively. "Hi."