Little Coco suddenly frowned.
Her bright brown eyes narrowed as she noticed something suspicious—Poppy, was still perched comfortably atop Kafka's head, clinging to his hair like it was her personal throne.
Seeing this, Coco puffed out her cheeks, her tiny fingers curling into fists. She made a low, grumbling sound, and then—
"Babu...babu babu!" She babbled, pointing furiously at Poppy.
Her sister Lotte, sitting beside her, immediately caught the tone. She turned to look at where Coco was pointing and gasped dramatically—her own face scrunching up in adorable outrage.
"Babu! Babu! Babuuuu!"
Poppy, meanwhile, blinked down from her lofty perch, completely offended. She tightened her tiny arms around Kafka's head as if declaring: mine!
And then pointed back down with an equally indignant. "Babu babu BABU!"
Coco's eyes went wide.
"Babu?! BABU BABU!" She shot back, her baby language filled with unspoken fury.
