"Oh good, an extra pair of hands. Toro-" Zevran calls over his shoulder, one arm tucked around the infant resting against his hip, all wide eyes and blond curls and grabbing hands. "Could you do me the favor of fetching the- yes, Lucci, he is very large and very strong please do not lean quite so much-"

Said child was leaning around Zevran's shoulder to keep the great horned man in his line of sight, grey eyes curious as Zevran attempts to hold him steady. "If you could grab the sliced sausage from the table?"

It would go into the pot of comfort food he was very much preparing for himself- and whomever might wish a bowl so long as it lasted.