"Are you kidding me - of course, I like it!" Lloyd exclaims, stepping away and bouncing on his toes, holding the kit out again so he can look at it. He's missed carving so bad, the antsy nights he's spent without his tools working to drive him slowly mad. Lloyd hopes he hasn't gotten too rusty in the little while it's been since he's last gone and carved something (his last creation was a dog statue for Colette. She cried when he gave it to her.)

Honestly, the fact that Malos remembered such a small thing and went out of his way to make Lloyd's entire day like this - it's so goddamn touching. It reminds him of the quiet yet observant things Dirk used to do for him when Lloyd was struggling with something, and the familial affection that lingers in his heart is warm and comforting. He's got the best goddamn grandpa in the whole universe.

"I can't wait to get back to carving," Lloyd says, already picturing his next project. "It'll be nice to give myself something to do that isn't training or bothering Sheena."