"Maheike likes corgis," Liesl mutters, sufficiently appeased to subside a little, turning her face restlessly against Sol's shoulder and pouting. She isn't crying any more, just damp and cranky, so they're probably in the clear for Sol needing to cut play-time short and take her back inside.

"Maheike's my niece," Sol explains, briefly, upon certainty that that is all Liesl has to say on the subject. "And I'm sure her brothers have opinions, too, but I won't hold my breath for the girls to care what they are."

Lucius has his moments of decency. This is one of them. What a bro.