When you had gotten home one evening, you did not expect to find your husband with his face covered in paint- or, rather, was that makeup? The culprit, your daughter, seemed to have gotten her hands on some of your makeup things, and was currently giving her father Azul a makeover.

Azul sighed with a smile, giving you a glance. Perhaps this was his rite of passage as a girl dad.

"Welcome home," he nodded to you, pitiful smile on his makeup-smudged face. "Our little angelfish here has been getting creative."