There was a smile Noah knew. He put a hand on Ruby's head and nodded, to confirm that he was, in fact, who the six year old said he was. She beamed up at him, proud of herself for knowing his name. She looked back at the lady and put her hands on her skinny hips. Still proud, Ruby pointed at herself with her thumb and smiled smugly. "I'm Ruby Roberta Riley."
"I don't think she meant your whole name, Rube," Noah informed his daughter, who stuck her tongue out at him as a response. He just gave her a shrug. Next time, if he wasn't holding Evie, he'd grab that little pink tongue. Then she'd learn to keep it in her mouth. As it was, the girl giggled and scampered off to, Noah assumed, fetch up the aforementioned macaroni. In his usual deadpan manner, he spoke to Cait: "Ah, so I've not been completely forgotten. Well, that's comforting. It was keeping me up at night."