"I knew it." Buttering her up with promises of her amazing adulthood hadn't yet swayed Sherry, but she knew that the blackmail material would probably work on her for the next forever.

She could almost hear it now, Clean your room, or I'm posting the taco pictures. Just wait, old man, she would find a nice interplanar nursing home when the time came. One with burly guards and unidentifiable food.

"But I maintain that they're not cute, they're embarrassing, Daddy." She added, trying to fingercomb her long hair back into some semblance of order. She stuck her tongue out at him, "But fine; if you want to keep them, go ahead. Just not on your desk! Or anywhere anyone might actually see them!"