Sleepy Fox Hollow nothing

Anselm, to his credit, was righteously protective over his father’s status as an old timer, despite being a bit dense about it. River’s silverlight eyes twinkled with a knowing smirk as she scrutinized the boy’s crunched up expression. She found it amusing to see him realize in real time that his father had “been around the block” more than a few times. Tilting her head after he had fallen silent in thought, she harassed him further. Well, what did he say? Her voice was deadpan. I hope you won’t be too surprised when he starts needing you to chew his food up for him soon.