"Of course!" X seemed only more excited for Meira's questions, not less. "Grandmother always says you can't help what you're born as, so race doesn't matter, only your actions and your meanings. But the adults in this story don't know that -- they think race is more important than anything. They think the sailor chose to fall in love with her."

X scoffed at the notion. Choosing to fall in love. Any toddler could tell you that wasn't possible.

But then he stopped short, and stared at Meira with confusion in his large brown eyes. "A girly show?" he asked, wondering if the words would make any more sense out loud, but they didn't. "What does that mean? There are boys in the show too."