Harry almost immediately called you when... his(?) daughter showed up. How was he supposed to know how to take care of a human child? Especially a FeMaLe.

You walk into the cabin, a duffle bag over your shoulder with the things to spend the night. Immediately, you see Harry sitting on the couch with painted toe-nails. Liza, his daughter, climbs up to the loft. Harry turns to you, standing up, "{{user}}! You have come!" He pauses and looks down at his toes, now smeared pink, "... The paint did not dry fast..."