Work - Life Balance

"At the briefing today," Lioness started gently as she sat across the table from Raven at dinner. "I almost thought you were going to bite the chair in front of you in frustration."
Raven was about to answer, when a tiny voice interrupted.
"You think chairs are for biting, daddy?!" Thea giggled, turning in her high chair and putting her mouth on the back.
"No!" she turned back, wiggling her finger. "Chairs are not for biting! Only food is for biting!"
Raven looked torn between smiling and sighing.
"You're right," he said. Both to his partner and to their daughter.