"The new thing."

Carter puffs his cheeks, shrugging, his spoon digging into the bowl. He eats a bit, chewing thoughtfully. "It's... weird. Some of it feels really familiar, like the endless cocktail parties and galas and business meetings my parents would hold. But at the same time it's nothing like that at all?"

He rubs the back of his head. "He's... nice to me," he admits a little awkwardly. "Which is weird because I also think he would totally shoot me in the head in a heartbeat?"