Looking up, Cloud looks from Isa to the giant plush dog he's attempting to hold, and then shakes his head. He'd hoped no one would ask to use that seat but... he's not going to say no.

In fact, he'd intended to say nothing at all and just go back to carefully picking at the funnel cake, but... He looks up again, to the clearly awkward attempt at holding both hot dog and giant plushie that's being made, and the other kid would have some difficulty sitting down, like that.

"... do you want help?" Cloud asks softly after another moment of hesitation. It won't feel right not to offer.