[It's not his child, but where he's sitting, a small hand starts to grope the tabletop. The trouble is, she's not tall enough to SEE the tabletop, so she's just reaching on a moogle-wing and a prayer. Excuse her. She's just going to relieve the table of that delicious looking meatbun right there.
Don't mind her at all.
Oh, did she stick her fingers in your potatoes? Not to worry, they're still good!]
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Don't mind her at all.
Oh, did she stick her fingers in your potatoes? Not to worry, they're still good!]