As young as he is, I imagine there has to be some way for him to learn to control it eventually. It probably just takes years and years of practice and maybe the sort of dedication like Jack with his hockey or Derek with his cooking. He's also probably already considered that himself so I keep it to myself for now, laughing a little as I shake my head.

"The good news is, it'd just be a pie. Not a building. But if you're really worried, we could try it first with just a cookie -- I can make those in my sleep."

Glancing down at his skates briefly, I cock my head as I look up at him. "Do you wanna call it a day on the skating or go around a few more times? I know, uh. Last time you said something about going to catch dinner. We still can if you want, if that's not too weird after everything."