"There's a few," he answers, voice distant as he remembers why he has them, and he doesn't offer up more of a comment.

"I hope Leo got properly scolded. Or felt bad. Or both. Both, I think." He nods his head against her, which feels slightly strange, and slightly confusing; it's not a position he's used to.

"And I'm sure you got him back at some point, when you were older. Seven, huh? That's a rough age." And there's that distant voice again.