Mable smiled, taking the boy's hands when he came down, inspecting them.
"You need to go wash them paws, boy." she told him, pushing him along into the bathroom to wash up before she returned, setting one hand on her hip, eyes glued to her husband. She'd become a bit more plump over the years. Unlike her daughter in law, she was a cute sort of adorable old lady plump that people thought was just so god damn cute.
"He's got Ruiz's helmet on. What were you two doing up there?" she asked curiously.