Caleb looks, although he is as excited to discuss this as she is, like a fine blend of both parents - Jackie's broad shoulders and distinctly shaped eyes, Maren's coloring. And he inherited both of their predilection for addictive substances, but that is neither here nor there. His brows go up for a second when her mouth thins, but he doesn't condescend to tell her NO IT'S LIKE TOTALLY SCARY YOU JUST DON'T KNOW IT YET because he's ...not a dick. "Adaptation is kind of my thing. Besides, diving into the perilous world of the used CD store is definitely a behavior for the well-adjusted, so I'd say you're doing okay."
A beat, wherein he doesn't fidget himself, just shifts his weight back onto his heels with what doesn't per se look like a deliberate pause to think about what he's going to say, but might well be. "You get it kind of drilled into your head--the whole deal about staying inside after it gets dark? At least they hit me pretty hard with it, but--speaking from experience, that's good advice. Solid."