"Grand-uncle," Jennie suddenly called out.

"What is it?" Royce asked, puzzled.

“The gift in your pocket is peeking out." Jennie giggled.

Royce chuckled and handed the gift to Jennie. "Ha-ha! Here you go. Are you happy with your gift?"

Jennie almost struggled to hold all the gifts, but she smiled widely until her eyes became slits.

"Yes!" Jennie turned to Tyrone and passed all the gifts to him.

“Tyrone, can you help me carry these? Don't lose any of them.”

“Sure thing," Tyrone agreed and stowed them safely in his pocket.

"Jennie seems to trust you a lot, entrusting her gifts in your care,"

Mrs. Nelson pointed out.

"We've lived together for some time," Tyrone explained simply.

“Don't just stand there. Help yourself to some fruits.”

Jennie sauntered over to the table and plucked three cherries. Then, she approached Royce and handed one to him. "Here. Please have a cherry."

“Thanks, dear. Indulge more if you like them," Royce responded.

“Have a cherry," Jennie repeated and handed the second one to Mrs. Nelson.

As they all wondered who the third cherry was for, Jennie popped it into her mouth.

"Hey, Jennie, spit it ow Mrs. Nelson exclaimed, concerned Jennie might choke."

“Don't worry, Mrs. Nelson. Jennie will spit out the pit," Tyrone reassured her.

Mrs. Nelson nodded in relief. "Really? That's good. Jennie is clever."

A few seconds later, Jennie spat out the cherry pit and tossed it into the trash can. She thought it was normal for children of her age to know to spit the pit out.