[ now, to his credit, leo has always got along with children relatively well — maybe because with his ever-present grin, crazy ideas and small stature, kids often decide to regard him as a kindred spirit, someone to encourage shenanigans rather than stop them... and truthfully? he usually does do exactly that.

except they're probably expected to do something productive here and stop these kids from being a health hazard to themselves.

but. but.

the idea that his temporary babysitting partner has? not good. ]

Dude, [ leo whispers emphatically, ] I know what death feels like, and I'm not eager to feel it again. You can lose a fight with them if you're set on that idea, let me just —

[ while emil has been thinking, or staring, or whatnot, leo's been fiddling with a variety of metal parts in his hands — said parts have now become a miniature helicopter, fully functional, with some nice tricks to hopefully keep the kids entertained. ]

Hey, who wants to chase after a flying metallic object that may or may not have interesting ways to avoid being caught?