You see her, sitting by her lonesome in the living room. She's overseeing a little table, on top of its surface a children's practice tea set.

An evil thought crosses your mind, you slowly creep up on her, doing your best to steady your breathing and lightening your footsteps. She remains unaware, humming a tune as she arranges the table.

You then jump on her, your arms completely wrapped around her tiny body. She yelps a tiny 'gwak' in surprise, struggling violently against your hold.

You rub your chin on her cheeks, the little girl complaining loudly as your stubble scratches her gentle skin.

"Appa! Stop!" You smile a little, Krunny never liked Kronii's language lessons, and yet she'd unconsciously slip into it when annoyed. A very adorable tic of hers.

You eventually let go, Krunny's hand nursing her reddened cheeks. Oh no- you internally chastise yourself - you were a little too rough.

"You okay?" You gently caress the affected area, thankfully it wasn't too serious. Her blue eyes narrowing in annoyance.

"Why are you here?" Wow, she'd use that kind of tone with her father? You'll need to discuss this with Kronii later, it would be terrible for your health if she grew up into a carbon copy of the Warden of Time.

"Whatcha doin?" Krunny sighs, as if you were some sort of idiot for asking that question.

"I'm preparing for the tea party with Kiwawa." She states simply, returning to her previous chores.

Kiara was the daughter of the family that recently moved three doors down, she was a friendly and loud child, a personality that was a stark contrast to your morose and serious Krunny.

"Need practice?" She looks up, her eyes narrowing.

She wordlessly places a plastic tea cup next to you, motioning you to take a seat. You obediently comply, crossing your legs and waiting patiently for your daughter to serve you.

She lifts up up the teapot with her tiny hands, carefully pouring it's contents into your cup. The liquid was brown in color, it appears your busy wife had some time to prepare for Krunny's playdate.

You're about to pick up the cup when Krunny slaps your hand away.

"Not yet!" She chastises you. Oh dear, you forgot your manners.

Krunny then poured the drink of the guest opposite to you, a tiny humanoid plushy with a clock face. After that she placed two biscuits on plates and passed them to you and then your fellow guest.

"Alright, Mr Anon and Mr Kronie, this tea party is now in session" Cute.

You take your cup of tea with your biscuit, the biscuit was tough to chew on and the drink was lukewarm barley tea. They were not enough to satisfy a man your size, but you're happy indulging the whims of the apple of your eye.

Little Krunny happily chewing on the biscuit, her still settling teeth finding it difficult to chew. She gulps down her drink, and stares at you.

"How do you find the party, Mr Anon?" She says in the most polite tone she can muster.

"I find it to my great satisfaction, Miss Krunny," at that answer Krunny gives you a smile.

What did you do to deserve this little bundle of joy?