You're sitting on a bench at the local park, watching Inklings and Octolings pass by. Then you spot a rather good-looking Inkling walking toward the playground.

"Naia! Time to go home!" He calls. And a little Inktoling girl who looks no older than 4 comes running.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I found!" The girl, supposedly named Naia, holds up something small to her father.