"Giggle! Cut it out, you smooth talker. Your father was incredibly cold and aloof back then; he wasn't as talkative as you."
"Er, this!" Wesley smiled awkwardly. He was him, and his father was his father; they were two different people, so they definitely wouldn't be the same!
"Um, Aunt Sweety, you didn't just call me here to chat about family matters, right? Also, you still haven't told me how you knew my identity."
Wesley knew that Sweety calling him over definitely wasn't just for "reconnecting," and he also wanted to know how his identity had been exposed.
"You, ah. Aunt Sweety can tell you, but you first have to tell Aunt Sweety where you got the blue silver stone in your possession, and whether you have any more."
Sweety rested her chin on her hand, her red lips parted slightly, and she stared directly at Wesley.
