Damien watched with a bright grin as the hat flew across the room to perch itself on his head. Someone take a picture, this was a moment to remember. Damien fussed with the brim of the hat (which was much heavier than it looked) until he felt it looked cool, and he was about to sit back and chill when-

He was suddenly assaulted by a sticker to the face.

Specifically his pointy nose. Damien sneezed, scrunching up his face and resisting the urge to pull off the itchy sticker. “Uh, thanks Apollo.”

And then the big questions were coming in and Damien, though curious and eager to join in, found that by the time he’d sorted out his thoughts on the tree-people, that everything had pretty much been said. Well then, he’d just have to catch the next one.