Joscelin still hasn’t forgiven Shinichi for terrifying him with that little display of nearly dying, and then suddenly turning into a near adult and confusing them all. He stands in the kitchen, arms crossed and feeling quite put out.

“Fetch me down that yogurt,” he orders. It’s on a high shelf in the refrigerator, and he’d always struggled to reach it in the past. “The strawberry one.”

He turns to another high shelf. “And those cornflakes. Oh, and don’t forget the milk.”