In the living room, Ivy Miller still felt a bit awkward, "Mr. Balthazar, would you like some tea?"
Balthazar smiled, "Ivy, I'm not really a tea drinker. Tea keeps me awake at night."
"Oh, in that case, I'll pour you some water," she said, getting up to pour him a glass of water and placing it in front of him.
Balthazar picked up the glass and smiled, "Thank you."
"You're welcome, you're a guest in our home, it's what I should do."
"Your White Rice is two years old, right?"
"Yes."
"That's such a fun age."
Ivy's face lit up with a happy smile, "Yes, she's funny when she talks now, and having her own opinions is funny too. When I'm in a bad mood, just a bit of time with her makes me feel better."
After saying that, Ivy wondered if she might've been talking too much. She scratched her brow, "Am I talking too much?"
"Not at all, it just reminded me of when my daughter was little."
"How old is your daughter?"
"Four and a half."
