“Daisy, you have a stuffy little nose, missypants,” Nic gushes when he sees her, picking Daisy up in a bear hug and spinning in a circle. “It’s so good to see you, little boinky. “And you, mister,” he says, squatting down to meet Jasper’s full eyes. “I have missed you more than the sun misses the moon at night.” He squeezes him too.
