Fussing baby sounds caught John's attention from his post on the side of the room opposite the food. The stampede to the tables had been just as scary as he had imagined. So, he waited.

Then he heard Hana's cranky sounds and wandered out into the hall to check on her. Babies were magnetic. Had to be.

"Hey, Tasha," he smiled at the familiar face at the door. Then he bowed to the jonin and reached out to take Hana. If the Japanese woman felt like handing her over. They had gotten pretty good at learning to share grandparent duties. Having twin grandbabies helpd.