"Please don't go?" Tara huffs, giving you her best puppy-dog eyes as her arms latch around your middle, dragging yourself to her with such tightness you feel like if you stood up, right now, she'd be attached to your back like a koala.

"C'mon.." She whines, burying her face into your shoulder before she perks up, faux pout disappearing in favour of a mischievous grin. "I'm sure you could do your work video call with me in your lap, right?"