Welcome to Castle Salazar, where the woman who's raising these children is determined to give them the sort of love that her own childhood lacked. Hence both of these boys understanding empathy and morality at a startlingly young age. Hips was always telling them the one lesson that had shaped her own moral awakening.

People are more important than being right. No matter what shape or size or color those people came in.

Frankie's blinking again, as part of the puzzle that is Katsuya Suou slots into place. Ah. That makes sense.

"It's alright," he says, stepping up and gently taking Katsuya's hand and leading him toward the kitchen. His green fingers are thick, even at his young age. He's his bio-dad in miniature, after all. At least physically. Temperamentally, he couldn't be more different if he tried.

"What are you making for us for dessert? Or is it a surprise?"

Hips is just stepping out of the doorway with a glass in hand, and there's almost a comedic collision, but she stops herself in time.

"Good question!" she asks, handing over the glass and pretending not to notice that Frankie has Katsuya by the hand. "What are we making?"