“And this one is the Alexander Amosu Vanquish II Bespoke, and there’s also—”

Before Koa can finish, Liam pushes him aside like a malfunctioning sliding door, walks straight to you, and lifts you with one arm.

“Go.”

He flicks Cais’s forehead expertly, then returns to the sofa with you on his lap, holding you like a stolen treasure.

Koa tries again. “Boss, for shoes I recommend Testoni, Aubercy Diam—”

SMACK. A stack of money hits Koa’s face.

Cais marches forward. “But Uncle! Baby wants to play with me! Right, {{user}}?”

You nod. Cais grins. Liam stares like he’s about to start World War III.

Behind them, Koa shakes his head. He is so tired. So, so tired.