Maxon made his way down to the kitchen, his hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket and his mind rather preoccupied. He'd just come in from taking a letter out to the owlery since he'd gotten a letter from his mom earlier today. She'd sent him donuts and said everything was fine back home, but he wasn't convinced. He'd have to write their housekeeper Mrs. Hawkins to get a more accurate response, he supposed. Biting his lip, he turned the corner and made his way over to Hady, who was standing in front of the fruit painting. "Hi."