Connor snuck an arm around Emily, grinning because she was about her daughter. He'd move his arm if she was uncomfortable or when it came time to play, as he would be needing both hands then. John pouted playfully at the toddler, though it was obvious he was trying not to grin. "Can I have it?" He coaxed, pretending to snatch at it. He'd chase her through the room if she wanted to play.
"Eh drumsticks will take more than her gnawing on them to harm them." And while there were expensive things here, most were either above her reach or in a cabinet. The recording equipment was mostly bolted down on sturdy furniture, more to deter any wannabe thief, though Dana said it was also to protect them from boyish clumsy moments.
"You, huh? Are you corrupting Colby already?" he asked, amused. Colby beamed at the room so innocently that it was patently false. "And what nefarious plots are hatching, then?"