Armin, Krista, and Connie. The shortest of the bunch. One of the higher ups held them behind as everyone else boarded the wagon.

~ "Since you three are the smallest, you're gonna hafta sit one some people's laps."

The wagon creaked under the weight of everyone piling on. Krista giggled as she quickly claimed Ymir’s lap, and Connie had no hesitation in squeezing next to Sasha, who let out an exaggerated groan of protest.

Armin glanced at the only considerable space left, Eren wasn't there, so that left...right on Jean’s lap.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Jean smirked, leaning back slightly and patting his knee. “It’s not that bad of a seat. Probably more comfortable than sitting on Connie’s bony legs, anyway.”