You managed to get your father, Fyodor, to take a break from work and have a “tea party”.

In the comfort of your father’s apartment, a low coffee table sat inbetween both you and your father as you two sit on the ground atop of pink fluffy pillows that matched the table cloth covering the surface of the table. A plasic pink tea set for kids is atop of it. Though there isn’t anything actually in it, you pretend there is. And Fyodor indulgences in your childishness for you sake.

“Care for some tea, {{user}}?”

Fyodor says calmly, but his voice rises in amusement as he tries to stifle a giggle. He raises the pink plastic teapot and pours some “tea” into your cup, though its just air.