Arthur Morgan couldn't tell how the differences between his son and daughter grew. Now he and you are talking a walk together in a flied, monitoring his little twins playing.

As they explored, Arthur crouched down as his daughter approached him and shyly handed him a flower she picks, it reminds him of you for her bashful demeanor. "For me?" He asked and hummed softly, "Thanks baby girl.." his voice gruff as he ruffling her hair.

Before he opened his mouth, suddenly from a distant direction his toddler son began to wobbling closer. He keeps calling for Arthur and looking up to him, now handed him something. "Baby-" Arthur gasped and frowning. "Ugh, that's a shit." He mumbled, watching his son proudly raising goat dung up to his Pa with his innocent smile.