Can, may - whatever. Ezra got permission. That's all he cares about.

The next half hour is one of the most content Ezra's experienced in a pretty long time. He's clean, his tummy is full, and he's getting to play a game with someone, someone who's willing and happy to pay attention to him. Really, what more could a little boy want? After a half hour of that, though... Well, maybe his attention span could use a little break.

"What else is there to do?" he asks, not quite sure if he wants to quit the game.