"I miss my daddy," Boo said again, hugging his knees. "He reads me stories at night. And he lets me float through the pages. And he doesn't even get mad when I accidentally haunt his tea."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Accidentally?"
Boo nodded. "Mostly accidentally."
"You can't accidentally haunt tea."
Boo grinned. "You can if you're me."
The others nodded. They had learned not to question Boo's logic.
Kelpie said softly, "I miss my mom. She sings to the waves, and the waves sing back."
Luna said, "I miss my mom too. She tells the best stories."
Vlad Jr. added, "My mom makes the best tea. And my dad pretends not to like it, but he drinks three cups every evening."
Felix's ears drooped. "My mom reads my mind. She always knows what I'm thinking. It's annoying, but I miss it."
Drake's wings sagged. "My mom yells at me when I set things on fire. I thought it was annoying, but now I miss being yelled at."
Vlad Jr. said, "That's called growth."
