Thoma talked to the merchant that Ayaka had asked him to talk to, to try and convince him to give the yashiro commission the supplies for the upcoming festival.

And you peeked your head out from around the corner, looking at your father. Giggling and clutching the little kitsune plushie in your hands as you completely forgot about him asking you to wait in that spot as you toddled over to him and hugs his legs, squealing happily.

Thoma paused his sentence looked down at his child.