The kids were finally exhausted, their energy drained after running around with the other children. They sat at a table, leaning in close, competing in the most adorable way—discussing who had more toys.
"I have five!" one of the other kids declared, holding up a tiny plastic car like it was a trophy.
"No, I have six!" another child argued, pointing at his pile of action figures.
"My dinosaur is bigger than yours!" a girl chimed in, puffing her cheeks proudly.
Lucien scoffed dramatically, like a tiny businessman. "I have a whole set of robots, and they're the strongest."
A little girl beside him whispered, "But my doll can fly."
Lucien blinked, shocked. "Flying dolls aren't real."
The girl leaned closer, eyes shining. "My doll is real because I said so."
Ivy giggled. "My toys are the best because they can do magic."
Lucien frowned, trying to act serious. "Magic isn't real either."
