“Of course he will. I managed not to burn them this time and everything,” Charlotte said, grinning. The sound of his laughter brought out a bit of her own as she watched him, marveling at how much more handsome he was now that he was happy. “I would look like cotton candy, though. She’s still little and fluffy enough to pull it off,” she responded, then looked at him curiously as she accepted the box.
After the little one had gleefully accepted her candy with a happy squeal, Charlotte obliged her reaching by pulling her back over onto her hip, balancing her there as she focused her attention on the little box. “What is it?”