Kaz rolls his eyes at that, but he's smiling too when he turns away, his daughter cradled against his shoulder. He picks up a spare muslin cloth, draping it over Marcus' shoulder before he turns back to the kitchen. "Something to drink?"
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Kaz rolls his eyes at that, but he's smiling too when he turns away, his daughter cradled against his shoulder. He picks up a spare muslin cloth, draping it over Marcus' shoulder before he turns back to the kitchen. "Something to drink?"