Val locked the door to the tower, then took off his coat and hung it by the wall. It was wet with only a few drops of rain; they had arrived just in time. He shook off what little water had clung to his hair, then smoothed everything back in place; meanwhile, Adrien was setting the flowers and the bags down on the table - with a turn of his hand, Val transported the sack of chestnuts down to the kitchen. In the few minutes that had passed since they had come inside, it had started to pour; the water now ran heavy over the windowpanes, completely obscuring the view outside.
"And to think it was such a nice day before...", Adrien commented.
