( But if he's complaining, he's distracted until he drifts off! And she can listen to the dulcet tones of his... uh. Complaints.

One of many reasons why Collette never expects a sweet anything that's not along the lines of Caesar's humor out of his mouth toward her ever: expectations like these.)

So what, eleven? Kids get thrown into all kinds of things... How old was the castle lord? Did he just inherit suddenly or something?

( A little more tucking in and fussing with smoothing the blanket out because she can't sit still yet. )