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As Al set her down and told her that that was not the deal, Cianna scowled and folded her own arms across her chest. Maybe several minutes without a meltdown was too much for the little child. "We want to choose." She stamped her foot on the ground and continued to stare off Al.

"Nix says you should tell us what choices we have so that we can decide." She added as an afterthought. Sometimes Nix was too clever and a bad influence on the child. He seemed to have the thought process of someone older than a six year old - an illiterate six year old at that.

So she continued to stand there waiting for Al to give her the options so that they could chose, mimicking his pose as much as she could without losing her own balance. Nix sat down beside her watching the showdown and in the end she was leaning slightly against him and not the table. Even though it was only slightly at an angle, logic dictated that at some point she'd topple over because she was just resting against thin air, right? But she seemed to have good balance as she wasn't toppling over.

"Nix and I are waiting..." She added impatiently.