An Entrance, Plus One (Open to All)
There was a reason people called children 'toddlers'. It had been one thing, when the little girl had been a mostly immobile, mostly quiet, mostly happy baby. But toddlerdom really suited Allie, Greg thought.
At least until she figured out the 'toddling' part. (And how to work a sliding door- that had been a wonderful five minutes.)
Now that he knew to expect the antics, the panic that came from the girl's making a break for it was mostly a resigned sort of amusement, as he staggered to his feet and followed her...
onto carpet.
Greg's eyes shot from the curious girl, up to the curious-in-another-way-entirely scene in front of them. Instinctively, he moved forward and scooped the child up, despite her wiggling protests. He started back toward the door, only to find himself face-to-face with drywall. That earned a grumble probably not appropriate for little ears.
"Alright. I give up. What do you want?" Spoken, predictably, at the ceiling- indicative of the man's understanding that he was officially in someone (or something) else's hands. The 'what' he was speaking to might surprise him, but for the moment, he's more concerned about conceding the joke, and getting back to his family. His life.
After a minute without response, Greg sighed, setting the now-whining child on the ground and leading her over to a table. It was a bar. Someone would eventually come out to serve them, right?
[OOC Note: This is a slightly-tweaked version of VS!House; the child was something of a experiment miracle given to House and his then-husband Raymond Wood, after a long and involved backstory I won't bother you with. What you need to know is: he still has two legs, is giving both sobriety and fatherhood the college try, and has done the universal shuffle three times now, that he remembers. So a much more mellow, sardonic House than the other currently in residence. Also, the one with a kid- makes 'em pretty easy to tell apart.]