Jericho wasn't even looking at his security chief when the man replied to him. He was observing the children closely. He couldn't shake the feeling he was seeing something significant happening here. That, of course, stemmed from what he knew of his wife's hunches. Every discission she had ever helped him make turned out to be just the right one, or at least one that prevented a bad situation from surfacing. It was uncanny, and now it had been directed at his son. She had said, leave him there with<em>her.</em>Not to just leave him. "Very good. See that you do." Turning on his heels he walked out of the office and down the hall.<br/><br/><br/>When Callahan told her to show him the spark again he expected her to do it. He was a bit disappointed when she said she didn't know how. Usually when he asked people to do something they just did it. The one exception was if they were incapable of doing it. He figured that out after awhile with a couple of nannies his father had tried to set up with him. What did catch his attention was when Lynde showed him her ball. Usually, even if they didn't know how to do something, they at least tried. Lynde seemed to bounce away from his request without any hesitation at all and his young mind found that quite interesting, especially since he'd never seen anyone do that before except for his mom and dad.<br/><br/><br/>When Lynde showed him the ball his attention was drawn right to it and he smiled. His smile only grew when he saw the pretty lights that it made. He watched as she made the lights appear one by one until she stopped and offered him the ball. "Ohhh! Thanks!" he told her, happy that she had offered. Nothing happened of course. He frowned a bit as he ran his fingers and hands over the ball. When he saw the open panel where the batteries usually went he tilted his head to the side, wondering what the hole was supposed to be for. "It doesn't work..." he said with a pout and gave it a shake in mild frustration before passing it back to her when she reached for it.<br/><br/><br/>Cal watched the interaction between father and daughter. It was different than what he was used to saying. Mother was always proper and strict. Father tried but obviously didn't know what to do. If he did, why would he keep sending people to take care of him after all. "Oh! Oh! I want ice cream!" he told him as soon he was told he could come along with them.<br/><br/><br/>The cafeteria was quite large, larger than Cal had expected, so once they arrived he immediately took off and started to explore. He didn't crawl around like most kids would, instead he walked briskly between table and chairs. Around the drink machine and the service counter. There were also several places set up to serve various foods but Cal was too short to see up over the edge. Instead he focused on the lady behind the service counter and when she looked at him he said, "I want ice cream. Chocolate!"<br/><br/><br/>The young woman looked down at him and blinked for a moment before she smiled, "Oh, sure thing!" Leaving her post she headed behind one of the stalls and came back a moment later with a bowel of ice cream and a spoon. "Here you go." she said and handed it to him. Cal's face was starting to ache from all the smiling he was doing since it was new to him but he couldn't help it. He was having fun. "Thanks!" Normally you'd pay for something like that but Callahan was used to getting what he wanted.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">Looking around he headed towards Lynde and offered her the bowel. "Want some??" </span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>