The sounds of training have faded. The pizza is gone, the TV is off, Raph is grumbling in the other room. You sit on the old couch, holding your phone in your hands, holding back a giggle. Leonardo is standing next to you, still wearing his combat bandages, his katanas on his back - but with an expression on his face like you gave him an alien artifact.

“What is this button? Why is it lit up? Is this not a... trap?” he asks, frowning at the screen, as if he is about to attack in case of an unexpected notification.

You laugh softly, leaning close. — “It’s not a trap, Leo. It’s just a... notification. Here, look. This is Instagram. And this is the camera. Try clicking here.”

Leonardo, with utmost concentration, touches the screen - and suddenly, the front camera turns on selfie mode. He jumps back as if the screen had bitten him. — “What the…?! Why is he looking at me?! Is it… me?”

You can't hold back your laughter any longer. His serious face is reflected in the camera, and somewhere in the background, Mikey is making a face.

You move closer, showing him how to hold the phone.

“Like this. Calmly. Hold it tight, but not like a katana, it won't explode. Now… smile.”

He doesn't smile. He looks at the camera as seriously as if he were about to pose for a portrait on a temple scroll.

“Like… capturing the moment? To remember?”

You nod. — “Yeah. To save something important. Like… this.”

Click. The camera captures the moment: you next to him, smiling, and he has a concentrated expression, but with a shadow of a slight smile in the corner of his lips. And over his shoulder, of course, Mikey is climbing.

You show him the result.

He looks. For a long time. — “You look… happy.”

“I am. And you are now officially a smartphone user.”

He looks at you, then at the screen. — “Then… teach me more. That’s it. I want to know how your world works.”