[Fortunately for Robin, Diarmuid doesn't pay much attention to that lack of restraint. He is more interested in directing them toward the bench and table. Once there, he crawls up onto one bench and then leans forward to try and steal one of the plantains from Damian's bag with a giggle.

Aside from actually being pretty quick, he's not a very good thief. That giggle...gives him away every time.]

I haven't met anyone by that name, but it doesn't mean he isn't here or won't come here soon! More people arrive every month! There is no way to know who will be in the newest group.

[Though, lately guessing 'giant robot' would be a pretty safe guess...]

Oh...blows aren't good, but they happen sometimes. You still love each other, right? That is what makes a real fight a real fight. You fight so bad that you don't love the person anymore afterward.

[And those fights are sad...]

You don't joke?

[Diarmuid studies Robin's expression and then sticks his tongue out at the other boy.]

You are joking now! I can tell. I might be young, but I'm not stupid!