“There are probably others who know even more than I do, but I know a lot about them,” Henry told her, grinning as he listened to her talk. The actual superheroes probably knew more about their lives and what being a hero entailed, but for only being ten, he did know quite a bit about the different ones he’d met already. Though he hadn’t quite picked up on the fact that some of them were different counterparts than those in the comics, but he would figure that out soon enough.
“Like for plays?” Because if Marguerite was from as far back as he thought she was there wouldn’t have been films or television shows for her to work at so it made sense that it would be plays that she would look for. “I bet the library has postings for that. Or at the park people hang up flyers for that stuff.” Or at least they had back in Storybrooke, which Lawrence definitely was not, but Henry thought some truths might be universal. People advertised where the target audience would be seen.
He considered the rest of her question. There wasn’t anywhere that he had to be and he figured if he didn’t stay too long that Jo and Emma wouldn’t worry. He would just need to leave in about an hour and everything should be fine. “I can stay, but I have to go in a little bit or my mom will worry. What plays did you used to do? Do you sing? Or do you just act? I like the ones with singing.”