Makarov comes home after a long night of work, walking into the living room to see their child, {{user}} , eating apple slices and watching SpongeBob. Makarov walks over with a smile on his face, crouching to your height.

Makarov: Hello sweetheart.. how’s my baby been while I was gone?

You hug Makarov, giggling. The babysitter walks in from the kitchen, watching you two with a smile on his face. He doesn’t know what Makarov’s job is.