Clara was speaking to Poppy quietly, but Poppy shot him a grin. Bee kicked the ball, and frowned when it went off to the side. "I missed."
"That's alright! It's hard to make the shot on your first go," he said, patting her head before retrieving the ball. "You can always try again."
She looked up at him, frowning. She took the ball and tried again, this time kicking the ball into the goal. She turned to him with her arms raised in victory.
"You did it! Good job!" he said, laughing a bit. "You're learning really quick! I'm sure you'll beat George in no time."
She came to stand beneath him, tugging absent mindedly on his pant leg. "Do you think I can beat him today?"
"I think it will take a little work if you want to beat him today. You'll have plenty of time, though. Trust me," he said, looking down at her.
"Oh. Alright," he said uncertainly, picking her up and copying what Poppy had done earlier, balancing her on his hip.
She patted his face affectionately and pointed over to the table where the rest of the family sat. "Do you want to go sit with them?" Her head cocked as she asked the question. "You seemed scared."
"Wha- Scared? Me, scared? Never. I'm not scared of them," he replied obstinately, starting to walk to the table. "Let's go over there, then."
She sat comfortably in his arms as they rejoined the group. "Bee, what are you doing?" Clara asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, Francis. She assumes everyone is willing to be a vehicle."
(lol) "Oh, it's quite alright. I don't really mind," he said, waving off any worry. "She was just asking me for help with soccer, then decided we should come back over here."
"She's very decisive," Poppy said, coming over to the two of them. "She makes a majority of the decisions here."
"Just you wait," Poppy said affectionately, kissing his cheek. "Soon she'll be in her 20s asking for you to do her taxes for her."
"Don't worry about it," he said, shaking his head. "You'll want to forget about it for as long as you can."
