"Flora, hey!" Amelie greeted her warmly, shifting the phone to her other ear. "How have you been?" She glanced down at the bed, where Noah had wiggled out of her lap and flipped onto his stomach, his small hands already grasping a plush soft toy.
"I've been well. What about you? How is our little prince?" Flora inquired, her voice bright on the other end.
"We're doing well, though he's quite a handful today," Amelie said with a chuckle. "He's currently preoccupied with his favorite toy. Noah, say hi to your auntie!"
"Ei!" Noah chirped, his focus entirely on the plushie. His tiny fingers found the hard, plastic eye button of the toy and began pulling at it with surprising strength.
"He's starting to speak, isn't he?" Flora asked, sounding delighted.
"Yes," Amelie replied, watching as Noah's brow furrowed in concentration. "They're a bit broken and garbled, but he definitely has a lot to say these days. Are you at Zander's place?"
