[continued from here with @chaossensed]
Well the four year old could give him some points for trying, but she still sat on the crate outside the base with her heels tapping against it every time she kicked her feet and fixed the blue hero with a smug expression. If there was one thing that Harmony was, it was that she was pretty good at putting two and two together and knew how anxiousness worked with her.
“Daddy says dat’s a load a whoeey fer drinking too much soda.” The reason she never drank a lot of it was because her father wanted her to have a healthy diet and she snubbed her nose at the sugary flavored ones. “But Daddy says when somebody’s up really late, Dey got stuff on deir mind dat makes it hard fer ‘em ta sleep.”
Harmony dropped down from the crate onto the floor and held out her hand towards Sonic, giving one of her best smiles that she could muster. “Wanna go see if da freezer got any ice cream left and ya can talk ta me? Daddy says I’m a good listener.”
