Father Marcus put his hands down, as he finished praying before eating, only to hear something and subsequently looking over at the source. His gaze a little incredulous.
"...She is just the most voracious little one isn't she? One might think you aren't feeding her?" Father Marcus raised a furry brow watching the girl wolf down his food, he smiled a little, but also sounded a bit concerned, whispering across the table, "...The food drive is on the third and seventh of every week..."
Father Marcus' gaze had no pity, but a healthy 'Just in case', sort of glance.
On the other hand Argo could only smile in response, wiping the girls face, and giving her a look, he spoke, "Asleep until the food comes out. Your making us look bad, slow down, it isn't going anywhere."
Argo sensed a new set of eyes looking at him, and based off of Father Marcus' small movements of his eyes, he assumed he'd noticed as well.
