[Astrid gives a huff of relentment in response, rolling over onto her side a propping herself up on her elbow to stare down at Garik. It was something she did nearly every day, taking him in from the bottoms of his rounded feet to the dark curling hair at the top of his head. Her gaze then darts knowingly up to Hiccup.]

I don't even think he's hungry anyway. He was just making a fuss for the sake of it.

[It was the truth. Now that he was nestled between his parents, Garik was quiet, sucking on his toes with the flexibility only an infant possesed. Astrid sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose before fixing the baby with a look.]

I do hope you realize that this can't become a habit.

[Garik gurgles in response.]