Oh, Adam is aware of a lot, she might come to find. He’s an odd little child, to put it simply, but aren’t they all?

He shakes the little globe, with no real hopes that it’ll improve on its blandness. He’s still disappointed, as shown by his twisted nose. So he puts it back on the shelf.

“You could still have a lot of good things. But it’s like when people people give you socks for Christmas. You never really need new socks.”