"Very sensible."

She walks--at a perfectly baseline pace--down to a creamery she's fond of. The owners make a bit of a fuss over the two of them.

Does the fuss mean he gets more ice cream?

Yes, actually, in as many perverse combinations of flavours as he pleases. Zaneta insists on actually paying.

Eeeeeeeeee!

"So, any highlights?"

"Mmf?" he asks, face full of ice cream.

"Chew and swallow. And I mean, anything that stood out during class?"

Oh boy can he ever give her a blow-by-blow.

Presumably, at some point, Charles will have had enough ice cream. 

At some point yes but he's a particularly active Miracle.

And she is very, very patient. Eventually:

"Want to take the long way home today?"

"No I wanna show Moira my moves!"

She tries not to sigh too audibly. "Alright, alright."

She plucks him up and takes off, decelerating just a little towards their end of their journey, holding Charles out in front of her and easing up on the wind negation enough that the sensation of it hitting his face should be pleasant. 

Wheeeeeeee!

Once they're over the island, Zaneta swoops down low, looking for Maurice or Hannah.

"—why are there two Carols?" he asks, pointing.

She looks down where Charles is pointing, spotting Maurice, Carol, and a girl who looks very much like Carol pulling on some clothes. 

She guesses what's happened pretty much immediately, and it's terrible. But she's not going to risk frightening Charles. "Don't know. Might just be Hannah playing mimic again. Want me to find you Moira?"

"No I wanna meet new Carol."

What use would keeping this from the child be? "Alright then." 

The two of them land in front of the children. "Good afternoon."

"Oh, finally an adult," says Claire. "I thought they were all dead."

"Claire, this is Charles. Charles, this is my twin Claire," Carol introduces.

Maurice waves. "HEY AUNTY ZANETA!" With no further elaboration, he adds. "CLAIRE!"

Claire flinches. "Can you please not shout?"

"How'd you get your twin?" wonders Charles, running up to Claire and looking her up and down. "Does she have the same powers as you?"

"I apparently don't have any," she says, with only a hint of a whine in her voice.

"You'll get them soon."

Claire turns to Zaneta. "I'm Claire. It's nice to meet you." She curtsies.

"Hello, Claire. How are you feeling?"