"Why shouldn't I be?" he asked, smiling brightly and leaning forward, sliding a plate along the counter. It was a large, oozing and steaming slice of black-berry cobbler.

"Here, sit, have a bite to eat. I only make the cobbler every so many pies since its for myself and the others. You should try it. Its about the best thing you'll ever have. Father's recipe!" he grinned brightly, tossing his errant bangs from his face, only to lean sidelong as his Pawnchessmon reached up to help by tying his hair back afresh.

"What about you? Not enjoying yourself?" he asked, with a sincerely concerned look.