Found Isuka trying to 'help' me organize my spellbooks today. By 'help,' I mean stacking them in towers taller than she is and calling it a 'library revolution.' Half of them ended up as a fort for her and the other kids. Guess my fireball tome makes a decent pillow if you ignore the occasional ember.

...Maybe I should teach them basic cataloging magic instead. Or just accept that my life is now 50% adventuring, 50% dodging toy swords and 'surprise' hugs from tiny terrors.

(Also, to the guild clerk who asked if I was 'intimidating the children'—no. They’re intimidating me.)