“You think Ripley is doing okay over there?” I pop a bubble in my mouth and locate our son with the parents, aunts, and uncles. Ryke cradles the sleeping baby, lips parted in breathy snores. They all wanted to spend time with Ripley during the dinner, and thankfully he’s more used to the families. But he has his favorites. Ryke and Lo. It’s clear to me why. They have the most similar energy as Maximoff, and so Ripley is the most comfortable in their arms.
