She cries with happiness and wraps her legs around his middle so he can hold her. "I told them..I told them you didn't die. You didn't go away again."

~ would be strong. For Morgan.

Now she is curious.

"Why did you do that? Do you not like dancing with her?"

Adults confuse her.

"Does that mean you want to go?"

Her mom had encouraged her to ask her father.

"You can dance? Mom didn't say you know how to dance. She said I would need to teach you."

"You really like it? Can we make it so it can do everything your suit can?"

She wanted it to be like his, just looks different.

"Practice is on Monday..the dance is Saturday. Its...a Father daughter dance..."

~ She had became so eager to show him, that she hadn't answered his question.

"School was boring and..there is going to be a dance." She said with a sqrunch of her face.

She scooted over as he sat down. Crossing her legs in front of her.

"Yeah, she helped. We looked at magazines to get ideas, and I drew some too."

She picked up her drawing notebook and opened it.

"Can, we make this? You and me, make it.. I mean?"

It was all of her drawings for a suit.

At the sound of the bag, she opened the flap of the tent and looked out. Brown eyes settling on her father with a smile.

" Open for business." She said and scooted to the side so he could come in.

Her cover was blown, by her own self. Unfortunately, she needed the lamp.

"I did.." She ate, but only ate half of it.