His answer makes her raise her eyebrows, but the explanation is perfect. Fiora cracks a smile and laughs, betraying her gloomy mood.

"I'll take some of whatever milk you're drinking, then," she responds, playing along. "Not that I think I'm going to be growing in any way with the body I've got, but miracle milk like that has to good."

Apparently he's a bit of a later bloomer, though. His voice hasn't changed yet. Maybe that's a side effect of the milk.

While Al's answer didn't really satisfy the curiosity behind her question, the laugh has made Fiora forget about it. "If you're that young, then it's me who should be offering to help you," she says with a wink. "I used to take care of big lugs like yourself. Maybe I can go back to doing that on the ship."