Daia

“Yes, with a bed.”

She can’t help but smile as he bounces, but she places a warning hand on his shin, wordlessly imploring him to be careful.

And she doesn’t believe that he’s not hungry. She raises an eyebrow, about to call him out, when he says something a bit odd.

She blinks, confused, then laughs when she realizes what he means.

“We didn’t introduce ourselves did we? I’m Serena.”