In few words, Calistu was severely overworked. Between the shadows under his eyes and dazed expression, it was a wonder he was managing his typical workday. Wiggles wasn't very happy about it, the little finger sized monkey sitting on his head, but Calistu kept working anyway. Lesia was at a table buckled into a high chair in plain view where everyone could watch her. 

The toddler was stuffing her face full of perfectly iced cinnamon buns, her sippy cup filled with milk and needing a constant refill. Calistu was somewhat lost in his thoughts, though like a good dad he continued to check up on his daughter often, making sure she was alright. The kid was like a black hole, consuming nearly everything he placed in front of her. She was pudgy in a cute way and she happily greeted everyone who walked in the door with waving arms. 

Calistu nearly burned his hands on a hot pan before he furrowed his brow, sighing softly. He was doing pretty well for himself but the nicer apartment in the nicer part of town they were staying in was increasing his rent, so he had to work a lot more. Maybe a few more missions would help offset the cost?