Rhys had been exposed to a lot the last few years of his life. Many of his interests were just starting to unfurl and he felt as though there was still a lot to experience in life. But, even at a young age, there was pressure to know what you wanted to do with your life. Rhys had some ideas, but nothing concrete.
Since meeting Galan, he had started to appreciate art more. Galan was such a good painter and sketch artist. He rather enjoyed the Goblin's work, and had his portrait painted by him alongside his family. It had been an interesting experience, nearly being hog-tied by his family as they dragged little Rhys down to Galan's dorm where the child giddily awaited their big sibling.
But Rhys also rather enjoyed cooking alongside his parents. Sometimes he wasn't the best at cooking, but he did enjoy it. More often than not his parents would scold him for flinging things around the kitchen or for burning things or adding in too much chili sauce (like, the whole bottle too much). It wasn't that he was bad. He was terrible, actually. But Rhys enjoyed the time spent bonding with Galan and his parents so much that it gave him passion to continue pursuing those activities. Little Rhys wanted to get better at cooking so he could help his dad Aten would with the new babies, and so that he could give his mom a break when his dad Smolder was being just as big of a kid as he was. As he was growing, Rhys was becoming more and more mature ... he still hadn't lost his natural sense of child-like wonder, but he could feel the beginnings of adult hood just around the corner. The tiny hybrid just hoped he was ready for it!
