It's alright, kid. But... Owl House? I don't want this guy touching my stuff. [It's an attempt at lightening the mood, but with the context as serious as it is, she feels it fall flat even as she says it. She sighs and fidgets with her hair briefly.]

That's... clever though. Leave it to my kid to come up with something. [She gives a faint little smile at this, but it's genuine. It occurs to her just after the comment that she's not sure if this timeline's version of Hunter actually realises that the creature he held hostage that one time is both her son and an eight year old.]

Just hope he knows what he's doing.