The Baby lets out a noise of protest when his dad pulls the toy away and he smiles again when it's handed back to him. He wraps his little arms around it and squeezes it, looking up at his dad with a happy expression on his face.

He makes himself comfortable on the bed, near the wall and where he can flop back onto the pillow at the head of the bed and waits for dad to join him so they can sleep. There's a big yawn and he flops back, stuff bantha held against him.