Salvar was eating soup in peace.
Or attempting to.
"Milo. Eat." He looked at the kid stirring the spoon in his porridge.
"I am eating!"
"You are looking at the ceiling and holding your spoon like a toy."
"I am eating!"
Salvar ate a spoonful and watched Milo from the corner of his eye.
"If you keep playing, I will feed you."
"No."
Kids for some reason have a weird obsession. They like to do everything by themselves.
Salvar watched Milo repositioning his bowl three times, switching his spoon between hands twice, and made a sound that had no obvious purpose before finally getting food in the direction of his mouth.
"Hold the bowl properly with both hands."
"Okaaay."
"Milo. The bowl..."
CLANK~
It hit the floor before Salvar finished the sentence. The porridge went in every direction with the specific enthusiasm of something that had been waiting for this moment.
Silence.
"Maximilian Beladore!"
Milo went very still.
