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Anfarwol tilted his head in confusion as he approached Gliommoux, 3 Miqo'te children taking turns yelling at Koh'a for some sort of transgression, "You're holding back laughing, yes? Why?"
Gliommoux glanced down to his companion, "Now that Koh'a's got all his memories back he wants to be a good father," he gestures to the tallest of the children with his thumb, "Unfortunately for him, his oldest is a teenager, and the others look up and listen to her," he drops his hand, returning his eyes to the apologetic kneeling form of his comrade, "fortunately for me it's free entertainment whenever they're around."
Slowly nodding, Anfarwol turned to watch the 'entertainment'. Ordinarily witnessing someone being upbraided would be of no interest, but there was certainly some kind of novelty from watching a parent being willingly criticised by their children.