Deep dark eyes brightened at the familiar name. She scooted closer to Rhy and with half of her third bun placed on the skirts across her lap, she gestured for his hand. When her gesturing didn't do anything she reached for his arm and gently tried to bring it closer so that she could spell out a word on his skin. She managed to get his forearm and slowly began to write a word.

'Pretzel's Dad?'