Ib had been quite the surprise, to put it lightly. It wasn't the young girl's fault. Marie simply hadn't expected Jack to have a godchild, among other things. And never mind the conversation that had ensued as she tried to figure out exactly who the child was, who she belonged to, and whether she was actually his or not.

Marie also, aside from the experience of being a child herself, had no experience with kids. No siblings, no cousins. Nothing like that. So it was additionally difficult to gauge whether Ib was simply shy or just didn't like her.

Either way, Marie supposed it was better than if the girl had actively disliked her. That could have led to a whole lot of shin bruising.

Tipping her head back, still laughing at the ridiculousness of this and the fact that she's been so on edge that she panicked over a dog wanting to lick her to death, she looked at an upside-down Ib. "I don't suppose we have any dog food, do we?"

The dog would probably appreciate a steak, but she was guessing this little circus didn't serve that.