Stevie loved the book she'd chose. He knew his little self would too. When wee Stevie settled his head down on her thigh, he did the same on the other side. He resisted the urge to chuckle with the slightly dirty look his little self gave him. Instead he pouted, earning a light pet on the head for the sad look.
"I think I approved me." He murmured, amusement clear in his tone, as he glanced up at her.