“Don’t stray too far, Mon Ange…” The Chief Justice calls out lightly to his child who had scampered off to the sea otters at the ocean that would swim up to the surface.

You only ignored him, too eager to see the otters that had a striking resemblance to your father, mainly with his hair.

You then reached to try and snatch one of them from the water in awe, only for Neuvillette to quickly pull you back, earning a whine.

“You can’t touch them, Ange, we’ve went over this.”