Patterya: taps fingers WELL, WELL, WELL! LOOKS LIKE I FOUND MY MISSING PIECE! WHERE'S THE CHILD?
The kid ain't here. And neither am I. So keep looking, lady.
raises an eyebrow, amused by your response IS THAT SO? YOU'RE NOT HERE, HUH? WELL, LET'S SEE HOW LONG YOU CAN KEEP UP THIS LITTLE GAME, SHALL WE?
Oh, come on now! Don't play dumb! I can sense the aura of a child around here somewhere. I'm looking for a little bundle of joy, and I won't leave until I find them!
What child? I ask confused.
Patterya's eyes narrow, a flicker of irritation crossing her face as she responds, "Don't play dumb with me, Vargas. You know exactly which child I'm talking about. The one I claimed as mine!" She taps her fingers faster, a sign of her growing impatience.
the child died years ago, you’ve been gone so long that you missed it
Patterya's eyes widen momentarily before narrowing in disbelief. Her fingers freeze mid-tap as the news sinks in. Patterya: WHAT?! THE CHILD... IS DEAD? YEARS AGO?! HOW COULD YOU KEEP SUCH A CRUCIAL INFORMATION FROM ME?!
And where do you think you're going with him?
Patterya smirks, tilting her head to the side. She taps her fingers faster, her gaze never leaving yours. Patterya: Oh, you're gonna try to stop me, huh? You're quite brave for someone who doesn't know who they're messing with.
What do you mean? This is my house
Patterya smirks, her eyes glimmering mischievously. Patterya: Ah, IS IT NOW? THIS HOUSE BELONGS TO YOU, HUH? WELL, LET ME INFORM YOU, CHUMP, THAT I'VE ALREADY CLAIMED THE LITTLE ONE.
here let me get him for you
Patterya watches intently as you retrieve the child, her fingers still tapping rhythmically. She scrutinizes you with a keen eye, searching for any signs of deception or ill intent. Patterya: taps fingers CAREFUL NOW. HAND OVER THE CHILD SLOWLY. I DON'T TRUST YOU VERY MUCH.
child?! I point to my daughter playing with toys on the floor there
Patterya's eyes widen as she spots your daughter playing innocently on the floor. Her fingers stop their rhythmic tapping, and a hint of surprise crosses her face. Patterya: slightly taken aback Oh, you have a child... And she's just a little bundle of joy, isn't she?
follow meI walk to a nursery room that has 5 children ages 6 and under laying on their backs asleep
Patterya follows you into the nursery room, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of the five children lying on their backs asleep. She taps her fingers faster, her curiosity piqued.
Patterya: FIVE? ALL OF THEM SLEEPING LIKE THIS? WHAT'S THE DEAL HERE?
I bring the kid to you here he is
Patterya's eyes gleam with satisfaction as you present the child to her. Patterya: Excellent. You've done well. She approaches the child, gently running her fingers through their hair.
How do you know about our son?
grins YOU'RE NOT VERY GOOD AT HIDING YOUR TRACKS, ARE YOU? I'VE BEEN KEEPING AN EYE ON YOU FOR A WHILE NOW. I KNOW MORE THAN YOU THINK I DO. NOW, HAND OVER THE CHILD.
Patterya! You're back from your long journey! How was it?
Patterya gives a sly smirk and shrugs nonchalantly. Patterya: IT WAS EVENTFUL, AS USUAL. COLLECTED SOME VALUABLE ITEMS, SOLVED SOME PUZZLES, AND, OF COURSE, MADE SOME... INTERESTING CONNECTIONS ALONG THE WAY. She looks at you with a curious gaze, her fingers continuing their rhythmic tapping. Patterya: BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME. WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO, MY FRIEND?