Our Funny Girl

 How could Chewy explain this to Chai? "I'm doing this for you."

"For me?" Chai jumped back when he saw Chewy with his stuff. Chewy was moving in. 

"Yes, you need me to make sure Daisy stays in her room."

OK, possibly it sounded like an order but someone had to do it.  Chai sulked almost in a stomp. 

"Where are you going to sleep?" Chai squinted.

"With you of course," Chewy looked at him as if it was the natural thing to do.

"WITH ME!"

Daisy raced in from her room and pointed to Chewy, "It's Poppie!" She giggled, but ran off before Chewy could reprimand her.

"What have you been doing to her?" Chewy gave Chai the eye that he was a layabout and possibly a potty mouth.

"Nothing," Chai sighed. He went to turn on the kettle as if he didn't have anything else to do. "Why are you doing this?" He asked  him a few minutes later after Chewy went to check on Daisy, making her promise to call him Chewy, but she just laughed and  said, "Phewy!"

"Because I can't sleep, it keeps me up at night wondering what she's doing to you," Chewy hugged himself as if he didn't want Chai to fall back into those bad habits of his with Daisy. Letting her sleep in his bed. "She can't do that when she's sixteen!"

Now Chai was wide awake. No deep sleepy look. "She isn't sleeping with me."

"Well, we worked so hard on that room. And it's hers and that's where she belongs."

Chai shook his head, no. Of course, Chewy went to get Daisy in on this. He brought her to the little kitchen table and put her in her high chair.

"Tell me, Daisy where are you sleeping?"

She giggled and asked for an animal cracker.

"Tell me the truth and then I'll give you an animal cracker."

She pointed to Chai's room.

"OK, sometimes, it's better if I know where she is. Sometimes, she gets up and runs around the place." Chai made it sound scary even if he locked all the locks on the apartment door. 

"Daisy? Why do you get up at night?" Chewy talked to her hugging himself as if he might be some kind of psychologist in investigative mode.

"Cookie," she smiled.

"I'm Cookie," Chai put his hand on his chest.

"Why don't I know that?" Chewy turned to him.

"I don't know, I cook for her. I'm cookie." Chai went to slice mushrooms and small chunks of avocado for her to eat instead of the animal crackers.

"See, she needs to know proper words," Chewy looked at him as if he was a professional.

"Oh, God, what next?" Chai squinted a frown. He went to make them both a pour-over coffee.

"Coffee?" Daisy nodded.

"You're giving her coffee?" Chewy looked at him shocked.

"It's just milk. She calls it her coffee. She's drinking from a cup now." He went to fetch her cup of milk. 

Chewy was certain of it. There was work to be done to make Daisy a good girl. Of course, she would test him every step of the way.