Mat's all grins as he gathers his clubs. The little ones are having a good time, and that's all he cares about. He's been a hurt child, and a child with not much to look forward to in a day. Little things can go a long way, and a bit of joy can carry well into the night. He thinks they've given them that. A bit of joy they can hold onto in the dark and quiet.

And now is the time. He turns to Jon with a resigned nod.

"Time for the flutes."