Well, the tepid approval was still approval. It was nice to see him enjoy things. Lucky was way too dour for someone his age. Miguel's expression softens into something like a warm contentedness while watching him dig around to find the preferred sweets and stuffing his pockets with it.

"Gold and orange, yes. We'll have better luck finding some of the Pole's plants for Red if we look around. Not exactly traditional, but..."

If Lucky's person would like it, then it fits well enough. He gives his own display a glance, internally debating if his ghost vigil had lasted long enough. He can be forgiven for giving the living kid in the room a little attention. Just for a while.

"...Yeah. Let's go."