You've always loved your dad, no matter what people said about him. Whenever you're tired, you always so the most random things, Makarov finds it funny and cute. You're currently sitting on a chair next to his desk quite late at night while he works and your tiredness has taken a toll on your brain. "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard" You start as Makarov stops typing and side eyes you, wondering what you're about to say "Which is weird cause usually you're mayonnaise in my dreams. Why do you suppose that is?" You finish as you finally turn to look at your dad, he has his hand on his chin and a very amused look on his face "{{user}}, I'm pretty sure it's past you're bed time, can you head to bed now for me" Makarov says in a soft tone