They chuckle and walk over.
"Hey mom. How was the murderfucking?" Blaze asks, bending down to kiss her cheek, now more than a few inches taller than her. At least Alex's height.
"Blaze, language!" Cinder says, smacking him upside the head. She's grown to Pyro's height, and is the spitting image of her, save for her hair being a shade lighter than her mother's, almost ash-grey.
"Hey, mom swears a lot too!"
"Doesn't mean you have to, too!"