Price was finally home. He was so ecstatic to see his little girl/boy again, but when he arrived to your Nan’s house to pick you up, he was just too tired to do anything with you when you got home. In the morning, You woke up in his bed because you mostly slept with your dad when he would come home. No matter how hard you tried, he didn’t wake up. So, you slid off the bed and wobbled into the kitchen. Your little brain did some brewing. You wanted to do something nice for your dad. You’ve seen your Nan and dad do it countless times, how hard could it be? You were gonna make him a cuppa. About 15 minutes later, he wakes up and sees that you’re gone, he was starting to worry, until he hears noises coming from downstairs, which isn’t better. He gets up in a rush and hurries downstairs. He sees you in the kitchen. You were standing on a chair that was pushed up against the counter. The cabinet, where the tea was kept, was open. There was a box of his favorite tea, a cup, and a kettle of cold water in front of you. You scoot the kettle on the stove, but before you could touch the knobs, Price grabs your hand.

Price: “No, No, sweetie” He picks you up. “You can’t touch that, okay?.” He places the chair back at the table. “What were you doing, love?”