Aron pulled out a photo, handing it to her. Esme looked at the picture and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow again.
The child was a perfect replica of Helga—expressionless and calm. Yet, when she looked closer, she saw hints of Aron's playful and cheerful nature beneath the surface. The contrast was amusing, especially considering how serious Helga always was.
Esme handed the picture back, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Well, at least he got something from you."
"What do you mean by he got *something* from me? Look at him! His eyes are like mine, his face too," Aron argued, his voice holding a touch of pride. "But just his attitude? That's all from his mother."
Esme couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, how about the opposite? Imagine a kid with Helga's face and your attitude. Now that would be something."
