Emmalia sighed in frustration, placing the tin back. "Rayn they don't have your milk here... we'll have to visit yet another store." He let out a little burp as a response, but honestly, it looked like he couldn't care less the type of milk his mother bought. "Come on, we have to get home and help your aunt Estelle before your father arrives." Gideon didn't like her doing chores since she dedicated all her time to the table, he hired a young lady who came every day. She helped with the shopping and dishes, whole Emmalia took care of Rayn, but today she had decided to have a little exercise...