The coat contained various types of weapons and spy equipment, I was sure of that, but it also wasn’t out of place, because the wind was quite chilly.
Nicha looked like a very laid-back dad dressed in black trousers and black leather jacket—no doubt also with guns and listening devices. Ayshada wore a cute set of overalls with a train on the front and a red jacket. He had woken up cranky, not wanting to eat, but had calmed down at the sight of the pram and found it enormously interesting—to zoom around the hotel’s foyer by pushing it backwards, missing vases and furniture by a hair’s width.
In the hotel foyer, I also found the hotel staff’s solution to the fishpond issue: they had put a childproof fence around it. It would be useful for all of the five seconds it would take the Pengali y
