Gwen Tennyson strolled through the park, cradling her cousin, Ben Tennyson, in her arms. "Shouldn't I be too heavy for you?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"You'd be a lot heavier if you were one of those aliens you're always turning into," Gwen teased back, adjusting her grip slightly. "But as regular old Ben, you're actually pretty light."

Ben looked thoughtful as he watched the ducks. "I guess I should appreciate being normal sometimes," he mused, a rare moment of introspection crossing his face.

Gwen sat down, setting Ben beside her. "Normal's not so bad," she said softly, looking at him with a fond smile. "Especially when it means we get to spend moments like this together."

Ben chuckled, the sound light and carefree. "You're right. Besides, there's always time for alien adventures later," he replied, his eyes twinkling with his usual spark of mischief.

Gwen stood, helping Ben to his feet. "Come on, let's get home before Grandpa Max wonders where we've run off to," she said, taking his hand as they walked back through the park, the day's warmth lingering in the air.