"Lucille, please do one thing at a time," Noah gently scolded his daughter who was eating and at the same time playing with Aadir.
When Aadir heard the reprimanding tone in Noah's voice, he went rigid again.
"Miss Lucille, I'll show you my magic tricks later because we must finish eating first."
"Lucille, listen to Aadir," he said when Lucille pouted. "You already have your request to have our meal here instead of going to the restaurant where Little Miss Jessie had a reservation. She has to cancel her reservation in favor of your wanting to stay here at the pool area for the whole day."
"I'm sorry, Little Miss Jessie," she leaned towards her and rested her chin on her shoulder. She fluttered her long lashes at her.
She chuckled. She has no plan to join the banter between father and daughter. She just ruffled her silky hair and whispered, "listen to your dad."
