"Good," Pietro said, knowing full well that his smirk and his cool manner might have been a little frustrating. "Cheaty isn't a word," he added. "No matter what you think, you can't just make them up." He noticed the way she rolled her shoulders when she mentioned her creation. "So? My father made me. You're as natural as any other child." It wasn't the same, of course, and he understood what she really meant, but Pietro couldn't help but try to be comforting. He had a soft spot for Gaz. Maybe he still wanted to help take care of her a little.