The mother looks... mostly confused but a little disturbed...

"Yes, we're fine over here," Marek interjects with a slightly rueful smile, and the woman ends up shrugging agreeably and redirecting her attention to the little boy, who's been tugging on her shirt repeating that he wants a cookie.  (He gets one.)

Marek smiles at the girl.  "Zuzia, right? You wanna be high up?"

    "Mhmm!"

He picks her up and sits her on the little folding table so she can look out the window properly.  She puts both her hands flat on the glass and peers out in fascination, exclaiming at particularly interesting-looking objects.

Marek keeps one hand up to catch her if she ends up falling, not that she looks likely to, and looks past her at Agnieszka to see if she still seems worried about anything.  Or looks like she's having some other less comprehensible problem, not that he's sure he could tell. 

She looks less worried now that she's seen that the mother isn't beating the kid for leaning on her leg!

(It's weird that she's just... giving the little boy a cookie because he asked for one. Wouldn't he end up pestering her for cookies all the time?)

(There's no particular evidence that he doesn't do exactly that!)

Zuzia gets distracted from the window by noticing the napkins with drawings on them, wriggles around enough to pull them from under her legs, and promptly asks Marek to draw her a kitty.  He does, smiling.  

    "That's a weird kitty!"

"Maybe I'm not very good at drawing."

    "Oh."  She turns to Agnieszka.  "Are you good at drawing?"

(The mother gives their interactions a tiredly fond look once in a while, and doesn't do anything that might stop her daughter from bothering someone else for once, as long as they clearly don't mind.)

"I don't have much experience with it. ...But I can give it a try if Mr. Dąbrowski is alright with it." Paper is expensive — probably not as expensive as she thinks it is, actually, otherwise it would be weird for him to be so willing to use it.

"Yes, of course."  He's not sure why she feels the need to ask permission for drawing of all things.  And it's not even real paper. 

He hands her the pen, and Zuzia leans over interestedly.  "Can you draw a kitty? Why don't you have much es-- epince?"

"We couldn't afford to spend a lot of money on things we were just doing for fun. And I was busy with school, and chores, and watching my siblings, so I wouldn't have had a lot of time anyway."

Her drawing is, as promised, clumsy and inexperienced. It doesn't exactly look like she's never seen a cat before, but it looks a bit like she's never seen an artistic representation of a cat, at least not one with the sort of features cat drawings commonly have — the ears are weirdly rounded, and rather than representing the whiskers with lines, she's drawn them as thin pointy oval-like shapes.

Zuzia breaks down giggling.  "It's a really angry kitty!  Maybe it's a tiger?  I'm gonna make it a tiger."  She grabs the pen and paper and adds some messy stripes.  

"Hmm maybe it's hunting something!  What do tigers eat?"

She's never heard of tigers before. "I don't know, we didn't have any where I'm from."

"We have tigers! Tigers are so scary!"

    Marek gets the feeling Agnieszka might take this too seriously.  "We only have tigers in zoos here. They live in Africa, very far away."

"Oh, okay. Well, what do they eat? Do they eat people?"  Zuzia makes such faces when she talks.  It's not entirely clear that she thinks being very scary and eating people are bad as opposed to just gruesomely fascinating.

    "Sometimes they try to, but mostly we don't let them.  I think they eat..." He's not entirely sure, really, but there's really only so many options... "deer and goats?"

"My grandma has goats!!"  She wouldn't really want them to get eaten, they're nice goats, but this doesn't stop her for very long.  "Can you draw it eating a goat?"

She's not actually from a farming family but she's still seen goats before, everyone knows what goats look like. She adds another little sketch. She's not very good at drawing two different creatures that have to interact with each other, the goat and the tiger are both facing the camera, but the tiger has teeth and the goat has a bite taken out of it, so hopefully that's good enough?

It prompts rather a lot of delighted cackling, so it seems like it is!  Zuzia attempts to take a bite out of the napkin to prove she has scary sharp teeth too, though she really doesn't. 

"What's your favorite animal?"

"...I don't have one." Is she supposed to? She's not really sure what the right answer is, except probably not snakes, Asmodeus's favorite is snakes, except maybe they don't know that here.

"Why not??"  The girl certainly seems to think this is some sort of shocking lack.

"I just... never thought to? I guess... dragons are cool?" If they have a fake dragon-construct by the palace, they probably don't think dragons are connected to Communism or anything.

"They are!  You should draw a cool dragon." 

And she will also continue getting quizzed on things while drawing a cool dragon, because Zuzia has now developed a Suspicion.  "What's your favorite color?"

"...Of dragon, or in general?" You shouldn't try to meet a dragon in real life no matter what color they are, it's not safe, they're just cool in stories. But maybe she means in general, only it seems like an odd thing to care about, it's not like it really makes a difference what color things are as long as it's not red-and-black...

Well that's a distracting question!  She screws up her little face struggling with it for a moment, then comes up with a brilliant solution to the dilemma and grins.  "... Both!"

"I read a book once where the hero had to fight a dark blue dragon that could breathe lightning, I don't know if that was just made up for the book but I think that's more interesting that just breathing fire. —But it's not safe to get near them for real no matter what color they are, I bet it's harder to stop them from eating people than it is to stop tigers. ...And I don't have a favorite color, I've never really thought about it. What's yours?"

(Marek refrains from arguing about the existence of dragons. It would be nice to keep this interaction looking normal enough not to disturb the girl's mother.)

"Oh that's so cool!!  You should draw your dragon breathing lightning!"

"My favorite color's red, and my favorite food's strawberries or maybe fries, and my favorite day's Saturday, and my favorite game's tag, and my favorite book's Pippi, and my favorite dinosaurs are velociraptors," she recites without pausing to breathe, and then looks at Agnieszka expectantly.

That's so many favorites. It seems kind of dangerous — well, no, maybe not in countries that aren't Asmodean, and even if someone did decide to use them to hurt her it's not like they can do that much with most of those.

"I like... cheese?"

"Cheese is good!"  She nods enthusiastically.  "One time I had a biiiiig piece fried cheese for lunch and it was so tasty!"  She shows with her her hands how big, although it's probably impossible for small children to eat pieces of cheese that size in one sitting. 

     "Fried cheese, huh?"  Marek comments.  "Maybe I should try that."

"You should!"  Zuzia nods like an important question has been decisively settled, and turns back to Agnieszka.  "But why don't you like any other things?"

Hey, she likes some things! Killing Guifré was really great! ...It would be really stupid to bring that up as an example, but still!

"The place where I grew up was a lot worse, because everyone there worshipped Asmodeus, who's a Lawful Evil god that thinks it's good for powerful people to be able to hurt weaker people as much as they want. So a lot of the books had parts that were just about why everyone should serve Asmodeus, and I didn't like any of them, and none of the days were very good, and a lot of other things were the same way."