[ The look she gets is... loaded to say the least. He doesn't respond right away, accustomed to holding his tongue when he thinks it'll get him in trouble. He's not sure how she expects him to believe that Pure Vanilla Cookie would love him with such intensity when his own mother had treated him like a little doll to be owned, not raised. Pavlova knows and understands every form of love from observation but he couldn't say he's experienced very much of it in his life. He has Shadow Milk now, but there was a point where he wasn't even sure that he loved him, since he never came back.

The look comes and goes, he doesn't comment. No, the Ancient Heroes have no reason to care for him, son of the beasts, their enemies. He can believe that they are kind, though. Hollyberry Cookie's kindness and love for others was ultimately her own undoing, after all. Sacrificing her own happiness for those around her until it burnt her out. And yet enough pride to not want to listen to someone who was younger even if they would know better. Frustrating. ]

Yeah, dad has always been kinda fussy over me.

[ Fussy may be a strong word. It made sense he'd spend his time visiting the garden with him, but that was the impression it left as a result. Not that Pavlova minded the attention. He kind of missed it. Maybe he could find a copy of one play or another in the library if there was one and they can read it together like they used to. That would be fun. ]

Wait, so if there are Guardians are there rules and stuff? And the one keeping us here...

[ Evil forest??? not again.... ]