"Let's try again, shall we?" Damon gathered the pieces and sat down with his legs crossed. She took the spot opposite him and reluctantly picked up the manual she had assumed they didn't need. She soon realized that wasn't any easier and wanted to give up.
"When I looked this up, the description said kids would enjoy assembling the car. But do you think any kid would like this kind of thing?" She laughed about it. Angel would attempt to assemble it once and if he failed, he would lose interest in the toy altogether. "And they think it's ideal for five to seven year olds? This is torture."
Damon wanted to agree with her but that was before he remembered the fate of pretty much every toy car Angel owned. It would be torn apart and he would be unable to put the pieces back together, ditching the broken toy in the end.
"Actually, I think we should let Angel assemble it." He suggested, to which her eyes went wide.
"You don't mean that, do you?"
