An excited Calliope made Xander the focus of her unfiltered attention during dinner. Every question that came out of her mouth only made the usually stoic Xander speechless.
"Uncle Xander, are you friends with Uncle Ryken too? You like Uncle Ryken too, right?"
Swinging her short legs under the table, Calliope kept staring at Xander with her round eyes, glimmering with curiosity. She was so interested in this other friend of her papa.
The chopsticks in Xander's hand paused mid-air. His dark eyes returned the gaze Calliope gave her. He could tell how much the little dumpling liked Ryken from the question.
"Yes, Poppy. I'm friends with your Uncle Ryken too," answered Xander, his voice quiet. His eyes fell on the little girl sitting across the table.
Unsatisfied with something, Calliope tilted her head. She shot Xander with another question, "Uncle Xander, you no answer me. You like Uncle Ryken too, right? Right?"
