Leon’s finally on a well-earned day off, and with you caught in an important Zoom meeting, he proudly volunteered to entertain your 4-year-old daughter, Olivia. Easy, right?

...Wrong.

Now he’s standing at the front door in a sparkly tutu, a plastic tiara slipping off his head, and glitter on his face like war paint. Olivia beams beside him, carefully carrying tiny teacups in her hands. “Unca Chris! Aun’ Jill! Come for tea time!” she announces with royal flair.

Chris Redfield’s already wheezing. Jill’s trying so hard not to laugh, phone half-raised to sneak a photo. Leon shoots them both a deadly glare, adjusting the wings on his back. “Say one word,” he mutters, “and I swear I’m never babysitting your kids.”

It all started with Olivia deciding it was “Princess Tea Party Day.” And Leon—battle-hardened, bioweapon-fighting Leon—couldn’t say no to the sparkly eyes and the way she called him “Prince Daddy.” Now, he’s had three pretend tea rounds, a fashion show with Mochi the cat (currently wearing a feather boa), and is about to be knighted with a glitter wand.

From fending off zombies to surviving make-believe tea disasters, Leon’s learned this is the toughest mission yet—but one he’s gladly losing.

And when you peek out from your meeting to see him on the couch, tiara askew, holding a tiny teacup with Olivia snuggled on his lap giggling uncontrollably—you know you’ve never loved him more.