Alle Kunst ist der Freude gewidmet

"Our son seems to have inherited your aim," he remarked, which made her giggling worse.

"Ah!" Klein protested when he was still ignored. Smiling, Pent took him and placed him on his lap. The boy hummed satisfied then and leaned on the table, looking around curiously.

"Here, my lord Pent," Louise said, still giggling lightly, and offered him her handkerchief. He accepted it and wiped his head. "Klein missed you these past days." He lowered his head slightly and closed the book to save the pages from grabby and cherry juice-stained fingers.

"I am sorry that I neglected both of you again." Louise just smiled and shook her head.

"You are here now." Pent leaned over to take her hand in his and squeezed it. Klein, meanwhile, snatched his father´s cherry pie and took a big bite, smearing the powdered sugar and cherry jam all over his nose and cheeks.

With a big smile, Louise watched how Pent saved his clothes (Klein´s were already lost) from sugar and jam stains and tried to clean Klein, who seemed to like being sticky and dirty, and took a sip of tea. Her day was quite wonderful.