( The Baby gaggles and giggles in joy. Seemingly enjoying the snoot booping. ) Heh, I think she thinks she's also a turtle. She keeps crawling under boxes like trying to find a shell.

I would do anything for the general, I swore by it when we got official titles. Leo always said that was a touch dramatic. Pot calling the kettle black though, eheh.

( Little giggle. ) About a month. Already so big, isn't she ? And take after her Papa. To be honset, I've been so busy with this new Mother thing I'm. . . Kinda exhausted. 💧

. . . Honey. 💧

( A little laugh under her breath. ) Better then rats, I suppose. You...really don't have to do this. Dotting on me. ( She's probably much worse about it then him but. She ain't hearing that. )

— ; back from the dead .

D'aww I forgot how tiny Raph used to be. . . ( He's still. Taller then her. )

General said she still got her little mits on some of the other tech, she can't do much of anything but be kinda annoying. And make me burn my tongue.

( Pats his shoulder. . . which she has to stand on her tippy toes to do. ) There, there. She's no threat to anyone, it may. . . / deeply / annoy me she's here at all but she did have a lot of old data on her. Leo manged to talk her into giving some !

( Ah, you fool !! Now he is in range for her attack ; to squish his little face. ) Her data is / your / data, hun. All the stuff she stole - you're just dissing your own work now, you know that ? ( Squish, squish. )

Your wife is trying to get our baby to eat. She, apparently, wants nothing to do with mushed up food.

( HAND OVER HER MOUTH. Not laughing. She is not laughing. That would be setting a bad example for her child. Do NOT laugh. )