"They dropped in unexpectedly," Ezio replied dryly. Oh yes, Leo was going to have fun with these two, he was sure.

"Well, while I'm on the subject, then," Iris said, "don't scallop the trailing edge, it creates a bit of drag." That was all she was going to say on the subject, though. No sense in beating out the Wright Brothers.

Leonardo turned back to the girls. "How do you know so much?"

"We're... not from around here."

"I gathered that much." Leo still looked like he wanted to pick their brains, though.

Iris opened her mouth to say something else, but closed it again. She was just going to get herself in trouble, at this rate. She knew too much about the sketches and how they translated into modern/future machines, and if she said any more, she was going to screw up history as she knew it.

Leo shook himself and looked at the girls again. "You are staying in Venice, yes?"

"Yes, for the moment."

Leo nodded. "Perhaps I can convince Ezio to give you two some time off."

Anna looked positively delighted at that.

"Traitor," Iris muttered to Anna. Ezio could give Anna days off, but Iris answered to Altair, which was a very different thing.

Leonardo blinked and looked at Iris.

"She doesn't answer to Ezio," Anna said as explanation.

"Ah." Leo looked at Ezio calculatingly. He could probably swing that, too.

Ezio held up a hand.

"As she is not my apprentice, her training is not mine to handle," he disclaimed.

Leo looked at Altair. He looked reasonable enough to deal with. Perhaps he could work something out.

But that was a thought for another time. He was sure Ezio would be eager to get them back to training. Because he knew his friend far too well.

"Let me know if you need anything else." He looked at the two girls in particular.

"Will do."

And so the weapons training began. Ezio wasn't surprised at how quickly Anna picked up the basic skills; it wasn't like running or climbing, and it was much more personal in a way.

And he would never, ever admit to anyone that he was floored one day when he realized just how graceful with a blade she really was.

It took Altair about as long to realize that yes Iris really was female beneath the clothing. A very attractive female, especially when she was pink with exertion from sparring with him.

And he very much wanted to see more.

Ezio had a sneaking suspicion that Altair had come to the same sort of epiphany that he had. He'd noticed how the older Assassin's eyes tended to follow Iris when he thought nobody was skilled enough to catch him. Which was exactly what made him look for the other man on the roof early one morning, before the girls were awake.

"She's kind of pretty," he commented after a little while of companionable silence.

Altair was quiet for a few moments. "Pretty is too delicate," he said quietly. "She's not delicate anymore." And he sounded far too proud of that.

Then he glanced back at Ezio and raised an eyebrow, clearly saying that he was one to talk anyway.

"They were," Ezio retorted, glancing at Altair with a Look that clearly said 'and whose fault is that?'

Altair just smirked. He preferred Iris now, when she was better able to defend herself. It was much more fun sparring with her than he'd anticipated.

"What word would you use to describe them, then?" Ezio asked after a moment. Because he wanted to know what the other Assassin thought.

Altair was quiet for a few moments, considering that. "Attractive," he said. Handsome was just not right for either of them, and some other words he didn't think did them justice. Attractive was good enough for now, although once or twice he had caught himself thinking of Iris as beautiful. Usually when she had two daggers in her hands.

Ezio rolled the word around in his head for a moment before nodding. He could agree with that, especially (and strangely) when Anna was working with her hidden blade.

"Eccellente," he murmured.

Altair smirked faintly and stood up when he heard the girls starting to move around. Time to start training again for the day. And that thought was far too appealing.

Ezio knew that expression.

"Don't get distracted," he said with a bit of a smirk of his own. Then he went inside to poke his apprentice into full wakefulness.

Altair rolled his eyes and didn't get distracted. But he did have a wonderful chance to chase Iris down across the rooftops and spar her into a corner so he could take a few moments just admiring her.

Anna glared sleepily at Ezio, her hair still mussed and her clothes not even properly on yet. She did not want to get up.

"Out of bed," Ezio said. "Or I will cease using something harmless and begin using something sharp to inspire you to get up." Not that he would jab her all that hard, of course, but the threat was there.

"'m getting up," Anna growled at him, making shooing motions. "Now scat so I can get dressed." She yawned briefly and tugged her shirt back into place so it wasn't falling off her shoulder.

Ezio's gaze lingered on her a moment longer before he nodded and left the room. But he didn't go far.

Anna got dressed and slipped the hidden blade back on where it normally sat before she moved out to the main room, pulling her shoes on as she went.

"What torture do you have lined up for me today?" But really she was just complaining out of habit now.

"Sparring," Ezio replied. "Jumping. Ambush. Things of that general nature." All at once, if he had his way. Anna was particularly good with her hidden blade, and he wanted to see how she fared in moving combat.