Alvin never could have imagined that his unintentional act would bring half the exiled Inhuman royal family together in Hell's Kitchen.
Even if he had known, Alvin probably wouldn't have cared much. A bunch of people driven from place to place weren't worth spending much thought on.
He brought his freshly caught seafood back to shore. Seeing little Ginny looking glum, Alvin smiled and asked, "What's wrong? You want to turn yourself into a fish that badly?"
Before little Ginny could answer, Nick cut in, "Stark won't let Ginny hold little Morgan. Honestly, I don't think he can hold her properly himself...
"Oh, that little monkey is so ugly. Only Ginny would like her..."
Nick still seemed unable to stop thinking about Triton. Looking curious, he asked, "Was that guy just now a fish-man from Atlantis?
"Do mermaids really exist?"
Alvin marveled at the boy's vivid imagination and enthusiasm for strange things. Then he ruffled little Ginny's hair and said with a smile, "Stark is right. Little Morgan is still too young, and she isn't a toy.
"She's too little to talk, so how do you know whether she's comfortable being held?
"Once she's a little older, you'll be able to play with her every day!"
Little Ginny scrunched up her nose and let out an adorable little "hmph" before saying, "I like being held. Any way you hold me feels nice...
"Little Morgan must feel the same way!"
As she spoke, the little girl grabbed Alvin's arm and scrambled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She giggled, "I like it when Daddy holds me!"
Alvin held little Ginny and kissed her forehead. The girl had maxed out her skill at "sweet-talking Dad." Even a mighty Druid could only surrender to that kind of assault.
"Later, Daddy