It was lucky for Owen that he ran and hid, because if he'd held on any longer Belle would have been determined to knock him into next week. The little girl let out a yelp of surprise when the bunny child finally released his hold of her toy and, if it wasn't for the hands that held her securely around the middle, would have gone spiraling into the back of her chair.
She was puffing slightly from the effort of retrieving the cow plushie, and covered in everything from soda to bits of fast food. Belle sighed in relief and clutched the poor, nearly kidnapped thing to her little heart.
Her daughter may have been beaming with happiness, but Green was an entirely different story. She was soaked, pissed off and completely embarrassed. Pash must have thought her a terrible parent.
"I'm so sorry about all this," she said to him in a rushed tone, and forced Belle back into her seat before moving to clean up the mess her daughter was responsible for. The blonde woman paid little attention to the state of her own clothes, and how uncomfortable the sticky liquid felt against her skin. She wasn't necessarily an unattractive lady- just less concerned about her appearance than other things.
"You're going to be in so much trouble when we get home," she whispered to Belle, who pursed her lips but didn't say anything, as she bent to pick a burger off the dirty floor.
