Eyebrows shot up in surprise as he regarded the child he held in one arm, the other raised to thoughtfully touch his cheek. Then he was shifting Pan so he could hold her in both hands, tossing her up once.
“Pan~ You can’t keep catchin’ your grandpa off guard like that!” He tried to look serious, as if scolding her, but it was a facade easily broken by a wide grin. “No matter, let’s just see if you can handle my counterattack. Take this!”
Vegetto leaned in, kissing Pan’s cheek in return… then blew a raspberry or two— or several; the resulting squeal of laughter and flailing making him laugh too, loud and heartily. Babies were so weird.