"Ow." He is so bullied in this life. He worries so much for his bro, and he is so bullied. Gabe just doesn't like anything that makes him feel like he's being a bad adult. As his brother probably knows, Gabe is far more of a introspective worrywort then he lets on.

Please don't do anything illegal for his sake. We are like 14 days away from literal magic canon arm.

"Of course, madame." He straightens a little. "Sorry bout rambling. Its the flower festival after all. We'll get you your food, and maybe something to help your foster mom overlook the data thing."