Peter followed, fully intending to help whether his new brother wanted help or not. It was partly his fault anyway. "No she won't! We'll get it cleaned up. Trust me."

Peter frowned a little after the pronouncement though. This would probably take a charm or two, but he couldn't do it with someone else in the room. "But we'll need supplies! A mop and bucket! Towels. Hot water. Why don't you go get them?"