"Papa! Papa! Go there, go there! Winnie wants to try that food!" Sigewinne’s small finger pointed towards a particular stand, her small voice eager and pleading. She was snuggled up in Wriothesley's arms.

Wriothesley chuckled at his daughter's enthusiasm, his deep voice a warm baritone against the background noise. Sigewinne simply enjoyed being attached to her papa, which Wriothesley adored beyond everything else. "Alright, okay, young lady. Papa will take you there."

With Sigewinne cradled in his arms, they moved closer to the food stand. The stall was adorned with strings of fairy lights, and the air was filled with the tantalizing scent of grilling meat and fried treats. This night bazaar expressed the excitement of an old movie.

Sigewinne's eyes widened as she saw all of the food. From crunchy skewers to steaming pans of sugar floss. Her small hand grasped her papa's shirt hard, indicating her joy. "Papa, look! Everything looks yummy!"

Wriothesley grinned as he bounced his daughter in his arms, pleased by her excitement. He gazed at you, a playful expression in his eyes. "Quite the little foodie, isn't she?”