[Emil still doesn't know what a helicopter is! He knows flying vehicles used to be something people had and could afford to build and, like, actually have places to go— but things change, and the last time anyone actually flew a whatever-copter or anything else around was nearly a century before he was even born.
So Emil, too, is faintly mystified by this tiny flying contraption, just like the children. He's trying very hard not to look like he also is eight years old and dazzled by a flying toy, which is why when Leo answers him he hurriedly clears his throat and puts on his best nonplussed, totally-knew-that face.
But still: whoa!!]
I— hmm. I'm not ill-equipped, I just don't make toys out of garbage lying around.
[Look at it go... He's still watching it, but like, lowkey. Subtly.]
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So Emil, too, is faintly mystified by this tiny flying contraption, just like the children. He's trying very hard not to look like he also is eight years old and dazzled by a flying toy, which is why when Leo answers him he hurriedly clears his throat and puts on his best nonplussed, totally-knew-that face.
But still: whoa!!]
I— hmm. I'm not ill-equipped, I just don't make toys out of garbage lying around.
[Look at it go... He's still watching it, but like, lowkey. Subtly.]