"She's sending me home with a bunch of things for you, apparently. As well as her phone number and all that, so if you ever need anything you can call her. That woman collects grandchildren, I swear."
But he looked fond. Aramis wasn't the youngest, and he wasn't the youngest boy, either, but he was definitely mama's boy.
"So you've had a good day so far? Quiet, I'm sure?"