The baby wasn't dead yet, which spoke well of what Zoe was teaching him on taking care of something without suffocating it. Eventually, he would grow tired of taking care of it. The baby didn't talk, it liked him, but there was only so much entertainment it would provide him. Once her newness wore off he'd stash it back on the church footsteps.
Ava clapped her hands and tugged on Zoe's hair. "I coulda have just bought you the uniform," Greed said with a snort. "Though the one I was looking at might have been a little too revealing." Zoe was more awkward about things, which was a nice switch from girls who pushed their boobs into his face. He liked that too, but he liked her quirkiness.