Ziyah's attention wasn't on one thing for very long. She dodged behind Aunt Zeph, mastering a back kick to Carbone's backside as punishment for whatever he dipped his fingers into and doubled it as a shooing out of the kitchen before continuing over to the stove to check on the potatoes.

"It's always about business, Aunt Zeph." she snorted. "It's wedding business. Apparently there's no such thing as planning anymore."

As soon as she spotted two loves of her life, she quickly washed her and dried her hands and then held them out to her baby girl.

"Are you hungry, sweets?" she cooed with a big smile.