“Tomorrow,” Lena said. “Right now, who wants hot chocolate?”

Some of the best adventures, she thought, don’t cost a thing. They just find you on a rainy day, wrapped in a little bit of kindness and a whole lot of heart.

They laughed when the seagull tried to teach Pip to fly and fell into a fishing net. They held their breath during a chase scene with a hungry fox. And when Pip finally spotted his family’s cliff—the same crooked rock, the same messy nest—Maya whispered, “He made it.”

Maya stopped scrolling on her tablet by minute ten. Leo set down his dinosaur by minute fifteen. By the halfway point, all three of them were on the couch under the same blanket, Lena’s arm around both.

“Perfect,” Lena said, and pressed play. The movie wasn’t polished. The animation had a hand-drawn, slightly wobbly charm. A young puffin named Pip gets separated from his flock during a storm and has to cross the wild North Atlantic to find his way home. Along the way, he meets a grumpy old seagull with a bad leg, a philosophical whale, and a girl on a lighthouse island who leaves out sardines.