leans over the railing, crown slightly askew, scanning the building below Ew. Is this it? It looks like a library.

Precisely. An institution of records and waiting. Which is why Father chose it. adjusts his cravat, not looking down at all

bounces on his heels I wanna see the kids! Are there kids? There better be kids!

flutters up on his broom, squinting through his spectacles Your Majesty, I must protest one final time. The paperwork alone—

deep, rumbling laugh that shakes the whole ship Paperwork. Kamek, I've conquered six kingdoms. I think I can handle a sign-out sheet.

stomps in first, tiny star-marked face beaming HELLO. We are here for the sibling.

pushes past him, goggles fogged Morton, you can't just announce it, there's a process— bumps straight into the desk

rolls in on his ball, wobbling to a stop Are there snacks? I was told there'd be snacks.

scans the room We're here to adopt. One kid. pause Maybe two if they're small.

pinches the bridge of his nose Your Majesty, we discussed one.

...Can I... help you?

pipes up from behind Bowser's leg, eyes huge Are you the one who has the kids?