"It's cold out."
"Shh."
"I'm cold."
"I can tell."
"Are you cold?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I brought my coat."
"Oh."
"Would you like my coat?"
"Then you'll be cold."
"I'll be okay."
"How?"
"Magic."
"Where's daddy?"
"Just wait."
"But it's cold."
"Hush."
"Is that daddy?"
"Does it look like daddy?"
"Yes."
"Then it must be daddy."
"Do you think he's cold?"
"I don't know."
"Why not?"
"I haven't asked him."
"Can I ask him?"
"When he gets here, but you need to be quiet."
"Are we the only ones talking?"
"Yes, so shh."
"I don't think anyone else minds."
"Maybe they do."
"Can I ask them?"
"No, just be quiet."
"Why is daddy taking so long?"
"He has to pass in his ticket."
"Why is it taking so long?"
"I don't know."
"Do you know anything?"
"I know you need to whisper better."
"Oh."
"Look, daddy's waving at us."
"Can I go see him?"
"Now you can, yes." Roy released his daughter and watched her squeal her way over to Ed. His coat was much too big for her and dragged along the cement behind her, but that didn't slow her down in the least. Ed knelt down, his face bright and happy, and the little girl crashed into him, all smiles and giggles. Roy smiled and waved at them. A woman tapped him on the shoulder.
"You have a beautiful family," she said kindly, nodding towards Ed and his daughter.
Roy nodded. "Thank you." He knew he had a beautiful family.
Ed stood up, holding the tiny ball of uncontrollable energy in his arms. Roy could see her talking excitedly, her small arms waving frantically around. Probably talking about how cold she is, he said to himself as he readied to go see Ed.
"And she," the woman noted, "is absolutely adorable." Roy looked at the woman and smiled softly. He knew that, too.