The young draconic feline had known that his mother would be out and about, no matter what he had told her to do for the sake of her injuries. It was sort of just a fact of life, at this point. As much as it frustrated Roan that so many of his patients didn't even bother to try and listen when he told them to rest, he had honestly become used to it. At the very least, it seemed as though his mama wasn't doing anything that was particularly physically intensive, aside from the actual setting up of the booth. So, Roan didn't have a scowl on his muzzle as he padded up beside Georgia – not for now, at least. The idea of a compliments or flirting booth that involved his mother was a little irritating, but he had somewhat grown used to Roxie's flirtatious and lovesick nature. Hopefully she would, at the very least, try not to embarrass him too much. Glancing towards Georgia, he found himself muttering an explanation, "Flirting or compliments booth, depending on who you are." He wasn't sure what Georgia would get, considering she wasn't family, but she was a lot younger than his mama... probably a compliment. Turning his gaze back towards Roxie, he chuckled weakly, a purr leaving his throat, "I'd really hope that I'm about to get a compliment..." Part of him had just wanted to slink away to protect himself from any potential overbearing mother-ness, but he knew he'd have to face the music eventually.