I don’t know. [It’s mumbled, Koby’s big wide eyes flicking downwards, shoulders scrunching up towards his ears. He tends to sit that way, still, back hunched, chest concave, especially when he isn’t wearing multiple layers of clothing.] More assertive, maybe? Which isn’t quite the same thing.

Ah, Canada. I’ve heard of it. [And that’s – the extent of his knowledge.]

How would you know? [Looking back up now, with that intent, unblinking gaze. Then, promptly:] You aren’t dumb. Who told you that?