May appears to be marching behind Katheryne. It reminds me of a cat following its favorite person. She's currently doing the world's smallest march while swinging her arms about with a surprising amount of gusto and cheer.
"Come come come come! Gotta! Go go go! Make more! Food! Eat it alllll!! May and Taffy!!"
She is in exceptionally good spirits.
Katheryne indulges her. "You're still hungry, after all that food? Weren't you just rolling around saying 'May will exploooodee'?" She teases, mimicking May.
The young child looks up at her. "Want....make. Diane bread!!"
"Diane bread?" Katheryne glances over to me for explanation.
I blink slowly, before glancing down at the child. "Are you trying to get Katheryne to make me bread now?"
I give her a small smile and poke her nose.
May clasps her hands together. "I am." She tells me honestly.
Roland hums from where he's sitting. "Atta girl. Look out for your family." He reaches over to rustle the child's hair.
