The next day —
In the morning, when Arwen and Aiden came down for breakfast, Morgan was already waiting for them.
"Good morning, Grandpa," Arwen greeted him with a smile before pulling a chair for herself.
Morgan's usual stern features softened, and he returned her smile warmly. "Good morning, dear."
Aiden, however, didn't bother. He merely cast a brief glance in Morgan's direction before lowering himself into the chair beside her.
Arwen nudged him with a slight frown. "What are you doing? Shouldn't you greet grandpa in the morning, at least?"
"He doesn't seem to need it," Aiden replied with a poker face. "Given the way he is smiling, his morning already seems great."
Arwen pursed her lips in exasperation, while Morgan looked entirely unbothered —almost as if he had long grown accustomed to Aiden's stoic ways.
