Reading under heavy guard

It was a rainy Saturday and I drifted out on to the back porch to do a little reading.  At one point I looked up to find that I was being guarded.  Theo was sporting some chain mail, a tunic (with a rainbow medal, curiously) a shield, sword, pike.  No words were exchanged.  He stood guard for several silent minutes and then disappeared, back in to his own world.  I was pleased to see my newly minted middle schooler journey back into the make-believe for a brief minute.