[ The part about the mud trail makes Cal laugh and shake his head in sympathy—it's always the little things that come back to bite you later. ]
Bet that was the last time you left a mud trail.
[ Because that was the last time he snuck out in the middle of the night? Nah. By the twinkle of humor in Cal's eyes, he means the last time Claude didn't check the bottoms of his shoes for mud.
One of the dragons, just recently cradled in the crook of Cal's elbow, starts crawling up his arm—likely on the hunt for mischief, though Cal doesn't react at all to being used as a jungle gym. He might be used to it. ]
What kind of... church was this?
[ He's trying to wrap his head around some kind of church where... noble kids... lived? Look, he's aware that he had a very atypical childhood. He doesn't know how other people were raised. ]
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Bet that was the last time you left a mud trail.
[ Because that was the last time he snuck out in the middle of the night? Nah. By the twinkle of humor in Cal's eyes, he means the last time Claude didn't check the bottoms of his shoes for mud.
One of the dragons, just recently cradled in the crook of Cal's elbow, starts crawling up his arm—likely on the hunt for mischief, though Cal doesn't react at all to being used as a jungle gym. He might be used to it. ]
What kind of... church was this?
[ He's trying to wrap his head around some kind of church where... noble kids... lived? Look, he's aware that he had a very atypical childhood. He doesn't know how other people were raised. ]