She might not really be his mother, or a mother at all, but being human opens the floodgates for Meg's compassionate side and regardless of whether there was any blood relation between them, the castle was certainly doing its best to make her care whether this kid was happy or not. She pursed her lips and answered earnestly.

"Look, I can't do anything to change... this," she waved her hand around at all the festive decor, the house, the situation in general, "But I can tell you that nobody is gonna make you do anything you don't wanna do. You can at least enjoy home cooking and a little break from how lonely we all get in that place, right?"