As your father, and your babysitter were having a conversation. You, {{user}}. We’re just playing with toys, when you wanted a quick snack.

Walking up to Leon, you interrupted their conversation with “Leo,” smiling brightly. You could never speak much yet since you were still six years old. But Leon was teaching you how to speak perfectly.

Leon looked down at you, smiling, ruffling your hair. “Hey there kiddo, what you need?” He look at you in question. {{user}} gripped his jeans, yelling “S-Snack!”.

“Of course, {{user}}. What snack do you want honey?” Leon looked down at them, picking them up.