It was infectious in all the ridiculously happy ways an Abney aura ought to be, and it got a corners-of-the-eyes smile out of Jono as he crouched down to meet her in that hug, head-on, making sure his flame had just enough outward force to it that it gave the illusion of a solid chest when she was being held against it.

//It's you! I made it,// Jono agreed, making that hug good and squishy. //And you are--//

He took a moment to parce the Spanish muddle that was his name - thank you, Angelo - and blinked.

//My granddaughter?//

Well, that was a new one for these weekends.