[ Lance, reflexes honed from many years of itty-bitty nieces and nephews, snags the little girl in one arm and hoists her up before she can rush into the chaos outside; his bayard vanishes in the motion, and once it's holstered that leaves him with two free hands. He holds the child at arm's length, lucky that his lankiness keeps him out of harm's way. Just barely; that fork is nothing to sneeze at, its prongs poking into his nose. ]
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Who-hoa, hold it!
[ Lance, reflexes honed from many years of itty-bitty nieces and nephews, snags the little girl in one arm and hoists her up before she can rush into the chaos outside; his bayard vanishes in the motion, and once it's holstered that leaves him with two free hands. He holds the child at arm's length, lucky that his lankiness keeps him out of harm's way. Just barely; that fork is nothing to sneeze at, its prongs poking into his nose. ]
Feisty!