[ As Sofia starts wriggling to get to the fish, Alberto shoots Amy a look to silently communicate he's about to let her go... whatever happens. And as she's released, Sofia crawls out of his lap posthaste to get to work on her snack. Once Amy begins measuring her, Sofia will glance at her, pause in eating for a brief second, but then return her attention to the fish, thankfully. Alberto sighs and sits back, propping himself up with his arms behind him, palms pressed flat to the floor. Relief. ]
no subject