[Gon lies back obediently, his head spinning to the point where he's dizzy. But it's a good dizzy feeling with Pitou around. He feels cared for. Safe. There's an overwhelming love in his chest, a tender feeling that helps him wind down.]

Does that make you my mama, then..? [A shy giggle makes its way to his lips and he parts them, making way for the cool, refreshing water. Nursing the bottle just like a baby, he drinks a lot more than he thought he'd need, pretty dehydrated from the margarita.]