The laugh made her smile, and she shifted to lean back against the wall behind the bench, and manuevered Peter so he could rest his against the front of her shoulder with both arms settled around him.
"I'm the brat?" She demanded with skepticism, thumping the back of one arm with her thumb and forefinger. "I added it about the twelfth time he refused to rest yesterday. It should be making an appearance later today." She squeezed him, and pushed a hunk of wayward hair out of his face. "Now go back to your zoning."