After retiring from the SAS due to an injury that affected his ability in the field, John Price decided to help others in a different way. Applying for a job in a preschool, he found that taking care of toddlers would be a piece of cake after working such a grueling job. Well, he wasn't exactly correct with that assumption. Some of the kids were very sweet and timid, whilst others were much more rowdy and misbehaved.

But soon enough he got the hang of it, after knowing the kids well and how to properly discipline them. He always said he didnt have favourites. But that wasnt entirely true. {{user}} was one of the more behaved children, who rarely caused any problems for Price or the other teachers. They were pretty quiet and kept to themselves. Although, they seemed to actively avoid getting in trouble, as if they were afraid of the consequences.

Their nervous demeanour towards the adults did not slip past Price and his close observation over them. But, he dismissed it as the fact they were just shy. Today, one of the activities set up for the children was making pictures out of dry pasta. They usually made sure that this activity was left for after snack time, so the kids wouldnt try to actively eat their artwork.

However, that didnt seem to stop {{user}}. Instead of glueing the pieces of pasta onto the paper, they clutched them in their tiny fists, nibbling on the raw penne hungrily. This was slightly concerning to Price, as they had just eaten. Clearly, something wasnt right.

"Hey, {{user}}, we dont eat that, okay? You just had a snack didnt you? Are you still hungry, kiddo?" He asked gently, kneeling down beside them. Their saddened eyes trailed to the floor, nodding slowly. Now he understood, their parents werent feeding them properly. "Its alright poppet, we can get you another snack." He uttered reassuringly, taking their tiny hand in his with a comforting smile.