This was a strain of conversation he could run with. Alvin latched onto it, watching as she carefully readjusted her hand. "Hard to avoid in my household growing up." Before Sloane and Sawyer it had just been a hoard of rambunctious boys tearing their way through the garden and even after Sloane had gotten old enough, not much had changed. "Pretty sure Harrison was the only one not to break something at some point." It had happened more often than was probably normal. Harry was also the most responsible of them sometimes.

"I think Sloane was only six the first time she broke hers." Falling from a broom, as expected. Sloane was a comfortable subject, even if he knew it was hard for the both of them. Telling fond stories of her childhood was getting easier and easier. "After that it seemed like she was always injuring something." A frequent flier of the hospital wing, according to his mother who always got the letters detailing the visits from the nurse. Alvin had managed to escape anything too serious, a twisted ankle here and there, until the fire of course. Nothing on Wally counted at the moment; he'd faced a dragon and survived.