Wide-eyed and happy they squeal, Athena floating out of the pen, Anya determined to try to climb out on her own (that should probably be nipped in the bud). "Nah nah nah yay Jude!" Anya yowls, in her rendition of the Beatles, with very little beat, even less tune.

A chorus of tiny birdchildren echo her.

Jude hops up and Victor clambers up with him. She directs him, tells him to slow down, he's not used to having to watch where he walks, and there's fire and people in the way.