OOC

[hecalledmeivy]

Kincaid scanned the bleachers, frowning "She's supposed to be sitting here. Dammit."

I sighed and circled back toward the stairs to the lower level. "She might be the Archive but she's still a kid, Kincaid."

He frowned and looked at me. "So?"

"So? Kids like cute."

He blinked at me. "Cute?"

"Come on."

I led him downstairs.

On the lower level of the Oceanarium there's an inner ring of exhibits, too, containing both penguins and—wait for it—sea otters.

I mean, come on, sea otters. They open abalone with rocks while floating on their backs. How much cuter does it get than small, fuzzy floating playful tool users with big, soft brown eyes?

We found Ivy standing in front of one of the sea otter habitats, dressed much more warmly and practically this time, and carrying a small backpack. She was watching two otters chase each other around the habitat, and smiling

Kincaid stopped in his tracks when he saw that. Just to see what he'd do, I tried to step past him. He shot me a look like he'd murder me if I tried to interrupt her, and my opinion of him went up a notch. I eased back and waited. No skin off my teeth to let the girl watch the otters for a minute.