it's Eddie's fault for being soda-lightful

_{[Are you sure? No translation needed. The tilt of his head and the wide, questioning set of his eyes asks the question for him.

Eddie might physically be older than him, but a consequence of having see the inside of the Dogan fortress that had separated so many kids from their families, he's prickling with a paternal concern for the ones here in a way that has nothing to do with the drinks in the mason jars. If any skin people or men in black crawl out of the woodwork and try something he'll...

Well, he's not sure what he'd do. But he'd do something.]}