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She took his hand before heading for the door.
"I had a good day! Why are you here?"
His brows furrowed, his finger tracing over the faces. "These are my kids?"
"I like it. This is nice."
"No, we should go to the cafe. It's fancier."
Diana came in the kitchen, and her eyes widened with delight at the sight of him. "Dad!"
He took it, his brows furrowed. "What is this?"
"Hang out..." she said slowly, resting her head against his chest before looking up at him. "Like we're doing right now?"
"Yeah! Do you?"
They returned about half an hour later, with Diana chatting to Poppy idly.
He blinked, looking over at her. "Sure."
"Why don't humans do it?" she asked, wrapping her arms around him.
She brightened. "I love gas station coffee!"
She wasn't home.
"I will," he nodded, looking around. "It's just sore. I'm sure I've had much worse."
She considered it, resting her head on his shoulder. "I don't think there's a sacred reason or anything. I'm sure you've noticed that pixies are...
"Sounds lovely," she said affectionately. "Will it be open?"
She stood up, brushing her fingers through his hair before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.
"I would never need a cane."
"Thank you."
