Slowly with arabella in her arms, Evelyn made her way to the dining table where the baby's high chair was already present along with three other men who were almost four times the size and age of her daughter.
"Hello," Arabella shyly her hand to all three of them before face planting herself into the boob of her mother.
"Hello, pretty girl," Dante cooed and waved his hand. "Would you like to try the pancakes I made?"
"You did't make them!" The activation was shot out just as Arabella did. Her little baby had her hands on her waist and justice would prevail.
"Who did then?"
"I did! With mummy!" She shrieked in anger but the smile on her face was unmistakable to recognise.
"Ohh," Dante nodded, then put his finger on his chair and imitated the universal thinking position, "I'm not sure what I made but I did make something."