Hey, I didn't say we were totally normal, I just said we were normal humans... w-with Gifts. It's only our family who has Gifts in our Encanto — I know we're not normal... But otherwise, more or less, compared to a talking horse or a literal angel, yeah, normal humans.

[ He's never... had to explain being a Madrigal. This whole experience is throwing him for so many extra loops for this reason. The name Madrigal means nothing here. Except, yeah, a growing reputation for a family of weirdos, but now without the celebrity worship they had back home... for better or worse. It's just different. ]

Aaanyway— You're not wrong. Mamí's Gift is stressful sometimes. Not just for her. We've all become pretty good at chasing clouds away, especially Papí and me; y'know, we make her laugh. But... even if it's stressful sometimes, it's better we know how she's really feeling, than... not? I'd take a thunderstorm at the dinner table any day over Mamí keeping it all inside, all by herself — no question. The rainbows are worth the rain.