"I don't like ponies," Natalie said. "So it's okay." The waitress came around shortly after. If it was blueberry, and on the menu, Natalie wanted it, and George was happy to oblige, within reason, because a kid that ate good without him begging? That was excellent.
"OH!" Natalie's eyes widened as she saw the baristas doing their daily coffee display for the morning-goers at the cafe. They'd make elaborate coffee drinks, with intricate sweeps of coffee and cream through the air before all the liquids landed neatly in cups. "Can I go watch that?" A few other children had gathered near the counter, as well as a few obvious newcomers to the cafe. George reasoned that it was within nabbing distance if she decided to make a run for it, so he nodded, keeping a wary eye on her as she walked-skipped really- away. He smiled at the look on her face, though. That was brilliant.