Shrug. "Because you're smart and talented and have a good sense of humor, and I think it's not a waste of my time to try to help you and make sure you're happy and safe and emotionally stable?"

"Well you're gonna make me blush."

"Would your entire costume turn pink? That'd be a sight to see."

"No, I can't actually blush, I'm too shameless for that."

Snort. "Can't even fake it? Aw."

"Could probably fake it," they admit, and their costume turns pink.

"Of course it is, I was the one to do it."

"Everything you do is perfect?"

"Or everything that's perfect was done by me."

"I wasn't aware you had anything to do with my creation," says Morgan in a deadpan. "Do you have a parental name you'd like me to use, or should I switch between mom and dad on whim?"

Giggle. "Switching's fine. And that might make matters awkward when it comes to you being my legal guardian."

Snort. "Not in front of people, then. If they knew they might try to force you to make more of me, and we can't have that. I wouldn't be original anymore."

...they crack up.

Morgan also cracks up.

"I like you," they declare.

"Thanks! I like you, too."

"Yeah, what with being willing to put up with becoming my mom and all."

"...I am doomed."

Morgan cackles.

"That's not reassuring!"

"Sorry, it was funny. In all seriousness, I will try to be a decent mother, if you do in fact want me to actually mother you."

"Um. I don't think we are actually close enough for that to be a reasonable dynamic, not to mention the fact that you look barely older than myself."