Begon's Helplessness!
"Uncle Reynolds, what troubles are brewing at the winery?" asked Logan, his brow furrowed in concern as he gazed across the room at his Uncle, Reynolds.
The question wasn't merely one of curiosity. Though Reynolds seemed less haughty these days, his usual poised demeanor had given way to something resembling the uncertainty of youth, a man seeking approval in unfamiliar territory. To Logan, this newfound vulnerability was unexpectedly endearing.
Reynolds' head wagged emphatically. "No...no, not at all!" His denial came out rushed, almost comical.
Begon, overhearing the exchange, struggled to stifle a giggle. His brother had transformed, under the stern guidance of his nephew, into something akin to a chastised child; both amusing and touching.
"Then proceed as usual, Uncle. You mentioned before that the winery has been making strides, haven't you?" Begon interjected, bringing a tone of seriousness to the conversation.