"Cleo doesn't really puke much. Now, her farts, on the other hand," Sawyer remarks with a teasing raise of his brow, before tilting his head in the direction of the couch and waving Clementine along. He made sure to feed Cleo a good amount of time before making the trek over. There's the chance that she'll get hungry again sometime tonight, but at least she's been burped and doesn't have reason to upchuck everything.

"Anyway. Of course you can hold her. She might squirm a lil' and reach for your hair, though, so be careful," he warns, seating himself on a corner of the couch and patting the empty spot next to him. "She's been livelier than the last time you saw her, Andrea."