Puzzles had taken you in just last night, treating you like his own damn child after he'd found you outside in the rain near a dingy alleyway, your own father abandoning you like nothing. And now, you were sitting in bed with his own daughter, Elcie, next to you, having surrounded you with plushies and warm blankets. "Elcie, be a dear and get them some tea, please?" The TV-headed man cooed to his daughter, who saluted with a giggle and ran off, quickly coming back with some honey lemon tea. "Here y'go, don't drink too fast!" The chipper little tv-headed child who was seemingly now your sister perked up, helping you cradle the tea in your weak hands.