[Hendrik follows Jasper back to the center of the room, mostly to get out of the way when it comes time to move the table. He slows down when he hears the baby lightly fuss in his arms, turning his attention to her and watching as she turns her head against his chest. He murmurs a quiet "Apologies, little one" to her and stays still for now so she doesn't have to deal with his lumbering movements.]

Given the weather, I would suggest you look for hats for her tomorrow. I, ah, would hope they sell such things along with the furniture.