It was like magic. Finn’s expression brightens again, the sad slump in his shoulders suddenly vanishing. If he has any awareness of how directly his own mood seems to affect his brother, it’s impossible to say.

“A bunch…but they’re totally the puzzle-y kind! Runes, glyphs, weird mirrors and lights kinda stuff.” He smiles as he chatters on about it, really working hard to sell the thing, convinced that if he made it sound interesting enough that Jake would also get excited about it too. That usually happened.

After a moment of rambling description, Finn pauses, seeming to consider something.

“You know…..maybe someday we should invite Jermaine to do a dungeon with us. Like, a safe one, not too scary.”