You very quickly make your way to the area where the actual kids are kept, able to take a direct path due to the fact that there wasn't really anyone walking around the main area at noon. As you were about to enter the daycare part of the area, you looked to your right, spotting the receptionist that you'd only talked to on occasion, and never anymore then a couple of minutes of small talk. You didn't even know her name, just that she has an annoying brother.
You turn your attention back to the slightly ajar room and marvel at the multitude of cribs, considering the age of the occupants, the first floor was pretty much just feed the children, play if they get fussy, and change them. You were morbidly curious about being involved in all three of those options, strangely enough. Being inside a fresh pair of diapers as you were put on was strangely enticing, as was being in a bowl of their apple sauce. The last option of being played with was a bit less appealing, considering the kids didn't really know how to play effectively yet, so it would probably just end up with you getting sucked on, but it was still interesting.
Hearing the receptionist being you sigh reminded you that abandoning the daycare and going with her was also a very viable option. Eventually, you decided to...
A: Head to the kitchen, either get involved with the kitchen staff or enter some of the morsels of food.
B: Head into the daycare room to directly interact with the babies.
C: Turn around towards the receptionist.
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