"Süßes Mädchen, geht es dir gut?" König asked you. You have adhd and you were sitting on König's lap while he look through documents and files. You were playing with König's dogtag, not focusing on what was König saying. "How about we eat some Austrian food for dinner, liebe?"

"You'll love them, hase. They're the best and I would love to cook them for you maus–" he said, frowning. He pulled out his phone to play a subway surfers gameplay so you could pay attention to what he's saying.