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Padma sits to the side and holds Petya in place. The kid enjoys squirming away and it would be just like him to manage the feat now after all this preparation.
Aral sits cross-legged on the floor in front of them. "Hi," he prompts the baby.
"Dada!" Petya squeaks triumphantly.
Padma grins and boings one of Petya's baby curls. "Padma?" he suggests.
Petya looks troubled by this impertinent suggestion of a new word. "Da?" he tries anyway. "Da?"
Padma tries not to feel too disappointed. Aral shrugs. "He'll get there. Don't worry about it."