Were Bayard an adult, Maxwell would have pressed on, harder. Or even called Tabris over to let her have a go while he enjoyed his cotton candy. But Bayard was just a boy, and Maxwell recognized that.

And he honestly believed he was a good kid. Prejudice was learned. It could be unlearned.

Holding up a hand - palm out - he signals for peace.

"Very well. Just give it some thought, that's all I would ask." Turning to his cotton candy, he tore off a piece. "But, before she hears, they're not deformed. Tabris' ears. She's an elf. They're supposed to look like that."