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[ her daily routine started off as it usually did: crawling out of bed and plopping on the floor, letting out a little oof! at the impact. picking herself up, she makes her way to her bathroom in a hurry to do her business, throwing her hands up in the air when she scurries out into her room in a victory! fashion. after that she throws open her closet and drawers, rummaging around to pick out an outfit for the day.

pulls her shirt over her head, snaps her jumper on, then picks up her pajamas to set them on her bed neatly; her personal (ninja) maid would surely put it into the wash for her. fistpumps once, quickly crawling onto her bed to pet ~~her fat kitty~~ catbert, telling him to be good while she goes to find daddy before zipping out of the room at top-speed.

says a quick HI, BYE! to one of the maids along the way, zooming and rolling around to peer into every corner to find albert. stands up from peeking underneath a bed to tap her chin, going AH-HAH! when a thought strikes her; the study was her final destination. and when she gets there and sees her daddy she snickers, quietly crawling on the ground slowly so that he wouldn't notice her right away. peeks up over the table, beaming when she sees a plate of cheese there. shifty-eyes to albert, reaching a hand out to nab a few pieces and plop onto the ground.

& that's the pattern she'll have for a while, continuing on ~~stealing~~ nomming down the cheese as quietly as possible, her previous mission long forgotten in the face of a cheesy-delicious breakfast. ]

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Why not give Pony a friend as well?

Pony can have a fishy friend. [ doodles a bright orange fish-shaped thing next to the unicorn. ] I'll name the fish Bob.

[ raises a brow. ]

Give Bob a pair of wings, or legs. It'd need it for movement through air or land.

... ! You're right, daddy! [ rolls up her sleeves. ] Okay, Bob, you're going to be able to fly. Thank my daddy later.

[ chuckles. ]

An advanced 'you're welcome', Bob.

[ sticks her tongue out at the side of her mouth, concentrating on making the princess next. takes her time on the hair, making it rainbow-colored. ]

Daddy, what kind of stuff did you and mommy color together when you were little like me?

[ reaches up to pet her hair as she completes her project. ]

The same things that we colour with you, little princess.

Did you ever make stories?

A few. Short ones, though we exchanged ideas verbally than through paper.

That's good. Making stories is good for your imagination. You should never lose that. Elmo told me so!

Elmo appears to be quite a teacher.

He's my favorite character.

Oh? Not the. . . [ remember her listing-- ] Cookie Monster?

[ shakes her head a little, adding sparkles around the rainbow-princess. ]

Cookie Monster is my third favorite. Big Bird is my second.

. . . I will assume Big Bird is what its name implies.

[ points at the big yellow thing next to her elmo and cookie monster doodle. it could probably pass as a giant bird. maybe. ]

Big Bird!

[ peers down at it, studying it for a long moment before the corner of his lips kick up. ]

Hm. I think I may like him.

[ peeks up at him, whispering lowly: ]

I think he likes you too, daddy.

Oh? And how did I earn such affections?

Because you're a nice guy.

That's the single criterion?

[ speaks a little distractedly, beginning to draw the prince. ]

Well... you're also my daddy. I think if Big Bird likes me then he would like you too. You're also kind... and nice... and big and strong...

[ kisses the top of her head yet again. ]

You speak so highly of me.

[ reaches a hand up to tickle the tip of his nose with her crayon. ]

It's because you're daddy!

No, it's because I'm this little princess' daddy.