Even if he had no interest in the Fae or in mystical things that distanced him ever further from England he did lean up and peer over to see what she had in her hands. It was full of scribbles as far as he was conce--

Were his clothes tight or was it just him?

Wait a moment, he'd grown! Uh oh...

"...I need new clothes," it was blurted out hastily but he got up gingerly to try and avoid from ripping anything.

"ARGH! England's such a jerk why the hell-- am I growing up at an accellerated gradually?!"