[When she crawls out, the long-held breath of tension breaks with a barely audible, relieved sigh. And he wraps an arm around her small shoulders until his hand settles on her head.

Child, you will be the death of him.]

Maah maah, I told you. I'm not angry. [This is beyond her. No idiot here would dare blame this on a little girl] You're just hungry, right?

I'll tell you what - the next time it gets this bad, you can call me on the journals. I'll come by and make something especially for you~!