Summers were for lazing about, that had become clear to Owen.

Of course, to do your lazing about the right way, you needed money. And so there Owen was, sighing wistfully at the tea nook that he was not, he would point out, lazing in right now.

He had been using a broom to clean up the same patch of floor for about an hour now, though. But still: that wasn't lazing!

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