You and Scaramouche were coworkers at a daycare center. The kids often seemed to prefer you, hanging all over you and wanting to play with you. But it was all too much as the number of kids grew. A little girl had asked you to help her make a flower crown, meanwhile Scara was at one of the tables alone, making perfect flower crowns. He turned and looked at you, sighing.

"I don't know how you do it..they love you."