Strictly speaking, Molly had moved out of the rough and tumble world of the east wing, where the burly men roamed.
Her suite, complete with a study, was in the main house, but she would still come over when Felix was home. It was a habit, really. She had grown fond of the quiet study space there, perfect for her online courses during the breaks.
"Alright, this time Mr. Silverman has planned a little Bug Searching getaway. I bet it was Mrs. Silverman’s idea," Felix ruffled Molly's hair affectionately. "I know how much you love those little critters. When you're out there, don't just bury your head in your books. Lend a hand and see if there's anything that needs prepping."
"Sure thing," Molly replied with a resolve that seemed to appear out of nowhere. "We'll pass by Butterfly Valley, and it's filled with beautiful butterflies! I'll catch the most stunning one and make a specimen to gift to Ma’am!"
Felix couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. "Why don't I ever get a gift, huh?" He tried to mask his hurt with a playful tone.
Molly looked up at him earnestly, "But butterflies come from caterpillars, and aren't you grossed out by those fuzzy bugs, Dad?"d2
Mike burst into laughter at this, nearly falling off his hammock.
Ableson raised an eyebrow, amused at the thought of a tough guy like Felix being squeamish about bugs.
"It's not fear, it's disgust!" Felix quickly defended himself, then with feigned exasperation, he waved her off. "Off you go, kiddo!"
"Bye, Dad." Molly strutted away, her head held high.
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