"Ooooh!" Piper presses her nose to the glass of the tank and you groan. "Fishies!"

"They're sharks. And get your face away from the glass. If my manager sees me—"

She pulls away and you sigh in relief. "Can we go see the enemies now? They're pretty!"

"The what?"

"The anemies!"

"Piper, I don't get what you—"

"Oh, screw it."

"Do you mean the anemones?"

"Yeah! That's what they were called. The enemies."

You laugh but don't bother to correct her. "C'mon Pipes. Let's show you some anemones."

She sticks her tongue out and you do it back.