Sage hopped in place and squeaked happily, as excitable children are wont to do. With another squeak of exertion, she pushed the pile of clothes onto the counter. Watched as the attendant dutifully scanned them in, tail flicking every beep. Then she went up to her mother and head booped her leg.<br/><br/>She looked up at her mother, big brown eyes peering up. Perfect reflections of her mother looking back. It wouldn't be hard for Aiko to see why Tarrok had such a hard time denying her.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Do you think Daikon's mad at me?"</span>She asked.<br/><br/>===<br/><br/>Tarrok gave his son a gentle squeeze back. Nothing too over the top, just reciprocation. Pretty sure Daikon wouldn't have appreciated him scooping him up in both arms and setting him on his shoulders. Let him come at his own pace, right?<br/><br/>Getting the fish was practically background noise to it all. Cross check by recognition, yes, I'd like to get a pound of that. Part of the routine of civilization, didn't quite change no matter what planet. Something that could run in the background noise.