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[birds chirping] [incessant squabbling] Oscar: Guys-.. GUYS! Wren: He started it! [Byrd resisted Oscar’s attempts to wrestle him away from Wren, squirming out of his grasp like a victorious Houdini] [Wren instantly forgot her quarrel with her brother and squealed with amusement as she chomped Oscar’s finger] Oscar: Oi, what’ve I told you about biting?! I’d be done by now if you’d just simmer down. Why can’t you be more like-… [Oscar immediately swallowed his words, thrown into a decade’s old world full of doubt and resentment. Robin tugged Wren away from Byrd in a bid to diffuse the situation, watching his father with trepidation] Byrd: Like what?! Oscar: I didn’t mean that. Wren: Mean what? Oscar: Nothing, I just-.. I lost my temper. Forget about it. Wren: [whispering] Why’s papa being weird? [Robin shrugged, squeezing Wren’s hand; there wasn’t much point explaining Oscar’s sudden shift in behaviour] Oscar: You’re all absolutely perfect, but I really need to finish this before we can play.. gimmie half an hour, okay? Byrd: But-… Robin: C’mon, let’s explore.. setting up tents is boring anyway. Wren: Byrd’s boring. … [footsteps] Robin: You’re not like them. Oscar: What? Robin: Grandma and grandpa, you’re not the same. Oscar: Maybe it’s inevitable, ending up like our parents. Robin: Only bits n’ pieces, I reckon. [Oscar chuckled warmly, throwing his arm around Robin] Oscar: You’re like a wise lil’ old man sometimes, y’know that? Robin: Is that bad..? Oscar: There’s nothing bad about you.