"Family matters."
In the park, a white-haired old man was talking to a young man.
"Whether they're superheroes or ordinary people, they all have families."
Wearing fashionable sunglasses, the old man spoke with conviction.
The young man sitting beside him on the bench opened a gift box of chocolates, took one out, and popped it into his mouth.
The cloying sweetness would put some people off and make others fall madly in love.
"So love and family can change a person, too."
The old man looked at the box of chocolates and said without a hint of shame, "Of course, sharing matters, too."
John silently picked up another chocolate and put it in his mouth, then raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, selfishness is human nature."
The old man bristled and glared at him. "Selfishness isn't a superhero's quality."
"I never said I was a superhero." John curled his lip. "I've never used being a superhero as a code to live by."
"All right." Despite his words, the old man turned his head away and stole another glance at the chocolates. "Do you know this saying?"
"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get," the old man said sagely.
John checked the ingredients list. "It says hazelnut chocolate right here."
The old man said, "..."
John smiled and passed him the chocolates.
The old man smiled in satisfaction, picked one up, and put it in his mouth.
"Oh, that's too sweet."
It was so sweet his teeth nearly fell out.
John was unconcerned. "That's how wizards like it. I know more about that than you do."
"Just as you know about superheroes."
The old man paused and looked down at the Sketchbook resting on his lap.
He turned a page, revealing a drawing of a