It could be worse, but if it kept on like this, then he would have trouble flying. Maybe Strange just assumed a chubby baby was good, no matter the extra weight? Well, whatever. Aconite will promptly chirp and nuzzle closer to Alistair, and Shura feels vaguely compelled to pet both of them equally for a moment.

“I haven’t really been teachin’ her much.” Lesson plans, what are those? “It really hasn’t been something I thought about. I let her watch if I’m doin’ something—that’s what she was supposed to be doing when I was gathering the pollen, but that was prolly pretty boring. Otherwise, I just let her play.”

So Aconite is learning stuff, but compared to Strange, Shura can’t help but wonder if she shouldn’t be doing more.