[He was on his way to go do some training, so Mom finds him in the lobby, fussing with his Whimsicott and retying his shoelaces because for some reason she just had to undo those right now. She seems to think it's hysterical but really, it's not. He straightens up, laces once again in neat bows just in time for Mom's hug. He jumps, clearly surprised but he relaxes once he sees who it is, smiling and returning the hug.]
action; evening of 5/12
You're welcome, Ms. Lalonde.