Girl knows only: Head Empty and Run Fast

Jiro's laughter sputters to an end as Imogen calls him a butt. He knows he deserves it and respects her for being honest because at least she's not giving his side long glances wishing she could speak her mind. Thanks dad, it's obvious.

Refusing to linger on grey thoughts, he focuses on the trees above. Inwardly, Jiro wonders if he could do anything with leaves? Would they make good bandages? Or poultices? It would be a question to save for later. For now, Imogen is asking him a question that makes his brow furrow. Would adults like it? Well, tha'ts a loaded question.

"I think my Otōsan wouldn't care much, but Okāsan would at least play along and pretend that she did," Jiro lets out a sigh as he turns his chin to look over at Imogen. Something about her face and the way she said she wanted to cheer up her parents made him think that something was wrong. "Uh, did something happen?" He asks, feeling rather awkward because he's not quite good at this things yet.