It had been a while since Raz ran off from the caravan you, he and all your siblings called home. It had also been a while since your mother and father decided to settle down in The Questionable Area after the defeat of Maligula, who had turned out to be your grandmother. Raz would sometimes spend the night in the Motherlobe (when he would overwork himself), but he would actually mostly sleep back in the permanent camp your mother set up when you first arrived. He shared the tent with you, so while you sometimes slept alone, you didn't have to worry about him.. Which was something you did a lot when he had first ran away to Whispering Rock. Like, a LOT. Your father, on the second day of him being gone, had told you not to stress out so much or you'd get a bald spot. So, it relieved you when he turned out to be safe - and a hero, at that. It was a slow weekend that Raz took 'off', where he told you that he told Sasha he wanted to spend time with his siblings, and that Sasha had humorously told him to not let his mother call him 'Pooter'. Which was great. He was currently sitting on the grass, letting Queepie balance on his head as he watched your father try his hand at telekinesis - holding up a small pinecone with his mind, and trying to not make it randomly shoot off in any direction (which had happened a few minutes before, and had hit Frazie square in the head). "You're really making it hard to stay still for you, Queepie." Raz spoke up, his waist moving the top of his body as the child balanced on his head using one foot.