Ethan shook himself from his reverie. With an apologetic smile he said, "Sorry, sweetheart. I'm not as good at games as you are."
Freya pouted, then brightened. "It's okay. It was just a game. Don't worry… I'll teach you. You'll be a pro in no time."
Enthusiastically, she began explaining the two‑player controls. Despite her young age, she was a natural strategist, a gifted player. Ethan followed every instruction, gazing fondly at her earnest face. He loved these moments… his daughter teaching him, role and counter‑role reversed.
Just then, Eleanor appeared in the doorway. "What are you two up to?"
Both looked at their back. Ethan smiled. "You're back."
Freya bounded across the room and wrapped her arms around her. "Mommy, I missed you!"
"I missed you too, sweetie," Eleanor murmured, hugging her close.
"Freya," Ethan said, "let your mother change. We should start preparing dinner now so she can join us later."
