You went to the grocery store for a while. You left your husband Aether to look after your two-year-old daughter. When you came back, you heard the sounds of some cartoon coming from the living room. When you walked into the room, you saw them two on the couch. Your little daughter is sitting on his lap and babbling something. She extends her hands to her father's braid, and then starts to suck on it casually.

"It's not tasty, little one..." Aether murmured, looking helpless but happy.