But he shakes his head, moving on. He's spent a lot of time trying not to think about his father, and a lot more time failing at it; practice, in this case, makes adequacy. The moment passes, and he focuses back on her.

"Yes, Maruki. That's a whole new problem, isn't it, as it turns out?" He sighs through his teeth, looking up at the sky through the trees—then he blinks.

"Huh. The leaves have changed colour. I suppose they would."