“No, don’t do that.” Licht gently chides, his eyes widening as his twin girls giggle, throwing their mashed food at the walls of the kitchen gleefully. The sound it makes seems to further fuel their laughter. He sighs, cleaning their small sticky hands with tenderness.

They’re both mischievous, it reminds him of when he and Nokto were children. A fond smile tugs at his lips. He seriously can’t stay mad at them.

He turns to you, who has opted to feed them by hand instead. “Should we take them to the palace after lunch? I’m thinking we'll let them meet Marron later too.”