Magnus nods seriously and rummages through his backpack until he finds some crayons and construction paper. (His backpack -- his only remaining belonging from the apartment he'd shared with his mom -- is now less of 'the thing where he stores a change of underwear, a little food, and his most important stuff in case he needs to bolt fast' and is now more 'a repository for things a person might use to entertain a toddler-sized-eggplant-sized new baby sister.') On it, he writes, Why do your kidshave to be put in danger? I don't understand why there aren't any other options, and then reads the question back to Sunny to make sure he got it right.