She likes the way that smile looks on his face, mostly because it's been a while since she's really seen anything like it there. She squeezes his hand again over it, without really thinking, and kind of maybe starts swinging their hands the tiniest bit.

And then she laughs, softly. The mental image of a teenage Asti poking around like the turtle babies is pretty great. "Can you imagine how long ago that must have been, too? Or if there were even more than there are now?" More than fifteen babies running around, getting into trouble. It's... really weird to think of turtles as being the continents, too, a bunch of giant turtles all interlocked. "If he ever talks to us again, we should ask him what the most trouble he's ever gotten into was."