Al took a piece of bread from the basket and set to buttering it. Alice was indeed lovely. His cheeks pinked. He was sure his mother meant in personality, right? He shouldn't think of Allie in any other way. "Yeah," he said. "I mean, she is very nice. It is like...it is like she gets me." Al couldn't help thinking of how good it felt when they were wrapped together in Allie's tent during the camping trip. For a short while, he forgot he was in a crazy magical village. "I think Frankie is taking it harder. His mum, I mean. I will be there if he wants." They were different sorts and they handled things differently, but Al still considered Frankie a good mate. "Do you have plans with Dad?" He changed the subject deliberately. No use over thinking anything on Ginny's special day.