He's got a soggy soft-toy shoved in against his ribs, and a squirming kid all but tumbling out of his arms, but Cooper holds on grimly as he moves, squatting down and starting to separate fruit from the bunch with his free hand. He's going to fucking useful here somehow.

Jenny would be proud.

"Shit," he says, realising that he doesn't quite have enough hands for this. "Can you peel one for him, Pepper? Please."