Brat Prime has even got a blue kerchief with him, which he insists the kid use before he lets her anywhere near sitting down with the both of them. The cloth tag with the word 'daiso' front and center that he's forgotten to cut off kind of ruins that particular illusion of posh.

"You're not gonna be working anywhere if you choke, first. Try chewing. I'm rusty on my Heimlich. Hey, bunbun, are you done?"

The kid silently nods, then sits down.. not half as primly as the dad, but in a flouncy way that makes it obvious she's trying to be. She's looking at the rest of the food with an unholy light in her eye... until Novvy puts the sakura mochi countainer down on her lap.

"Here you go. Now, what do we say?"

The kid looks dead on at Ango... come on Gratia.. we're... waiting for that thank you... any second now...

"Is there grass in it?"