Normally, Mark would not be able to say anything while Tiffany was around; he did not like to mingle around with the women either. Hence, he went up to his study.
Smore wanted to keep an eye on Arianne and make sure that she did not carry another child with her, so he stayed close to her and kept staring at Plato to make sure he stayed in his stroller. There is a saying that children love to mingle amongst themselves, especially with other children their age. Smore didn’t seem to want to play with Plato or get along with him, possibly because the latter was still little, so things seemed awkward between them.
At first, Arianne was afraid that Smore would hit Plato, but when she realized that Smore did not have that tendency, she relaxed and said to Tiffany, “Do you have enough breast milk? I’ve noticed that you did not bring any milk powder with you.”
Tiffany sighed. “How could I have enough? I just realized that you only fed Smore breast milk previously, but I can’t seem to have enough no matter what. Plato has been living off milk powder most of the time. When I try to breastfeed him at night, he’s only able to get a sip. Before we went out this morning, I took some lactation supplements. I think it should be just enough for today. In the worst case, I could get some milk powder from you. Children drink from the same brand anyways so there’s no need to worry. Plato won’t go hungry.”
Arianne was slightly embarrassed. “Plato is so young, Smore’s milk powder wouldn’t be suitable for him. There are different types of milk powder depending on the age of the child, did you not know that? I’ve never seen a mother as silly as you are. You’re so dense.”
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