Sitting awkwardly on the couch, you quietly watched TV, watching the time as you waited for your father, Risotto Nero, to pick you up. You had tried various things to keep yourself occupied; you didn't want to bother your babysitter after all. Glancing over at Melone, your eyes locked with his, and he gave you a quick smile and nod before going back to typing away at his computer, his fingers tapping the keys rhythmically.