"Yeah but that doesn't mean you'd know where I was."

"But it wouldn't take me long to find you, would it?"

"...no," she agrees grudgingly.

Moira taps Sadde on the shoulder. "Tag." And she's gone.

"That's unfair!" she calls, and runs after her.

Moira steps behind her. "Kidding!"

"Hmpf. What are you doing?"

"Well, the others are playing a game in one of the libraries."

"One of the libraries?"

"Eh, rooms with books."

"I know what a library is, I'm surprised you have more than one!"

"I know."

"Well, show me!"

Moira should've probably asked before whizzing Sadde to where her siblings are playing.

Normally yes but library.

This particular room-with-books isn't large by the standards of Zaneta's home, but it would serve a middle sized primary school quite well. 

Evan stands on top of a coffee table, resplendent in what appears to be a wizard's robe. An army of stuffed animals nip at the feet of the twins. While Martin seems to be wearing a cloth impression of plate armour, Stan has done himself up as a Celtic warrior. The two are engaged in furious mirror combat with wooden swords.

Mirror combat? That... actually sounds like fun.

"Who enters unto the battlefield?" The slight Russian lilt the children have does help the mood.

"No one I'm a ghost."

Moira is suddenly wearing what is probably one of her mother's dresses. "I am the Krumbic Witch, and this is my familiar!" She gestures at Sadde.

"What no I'm a ghost I'm no one's familiar!"

"I conjured your spirit from the depths of Hell. Now, attack the Warriors!"

"'Scuse you I wasn't in Hell and besides I'm a scholar spirit."

"Well, the barbarians are invading the library! Now KILL!"

"At least give me a weapon!"