While there was a tense atmosphere emanating from the adults of the Farauld and Forgeworn families, the kids were oblivious of the things going around and just looked at their elders with bright round eyes.
Their smiles were so bright as they happily took a bite of their crispy fried chicken.
Little Han, on his customized baby chair, was also minding his own business frowning his little face to concentrate on holding the spoon properly and scooping his baby food in the little bowl that he had.
"Mlem... mlem..." He nibbled the baby food that successfully stuck into his spoon with a cute and proud expression.
His face clearly had an air of praising himself for doing such a feat - feeding himself successfully!
"Wittle Han is good! He can yeet (eat) the food on his own!" Estella saw Little Han's action and praised him like an elder sister.
