He shouldn't have shown her the TV before bad. That was a mistake. That was dumb. Now he stands in the doorway, head full of pleasant buzz and stares at Ciri, while she stares at the TV. What did he even expect will happen. And now, Ciri, hopeful mage and person who was supposed to mix up a lot of thing in her own world is sitting here, watching cartoons, and no one has any idea what to do. There's a voice in his head saying he should maybe enforce some discipline around here, but it's outscreamed by the one describing all the implications of this. And that one is, in turn silenced by the third voice: Cartoons!
He doesn't say anything at start and just lets her watch for a while. He can see quite well from here too, and might as well get some of the cartoons in. He gives her around half an hour, two or three episodes, which he too enjoys greatly, before coughing to announce his presence. "I thought I said bedtime?" He doesn't sound angry, but firmly enough for her to understand she'll need to move very carefully now. "You can watch cartoons tomorrow and following days to your heart's content. Come on." Daniel grabs her arm and pulls her out of the couch. With just enough so she knows this is not debatable, and lands a slap on her backside, protected only by his long shirt right away.
"When I say bedtime, I mean it. Understood?" He gives Ciri another slap. "Let's go." He lifts the girl up and throws her over his shoulder. "You should be in bed by now anyway, something will wake you up early in morning and may all the saints protect you if you're grumpy because you didn't sleep enough." Something always wakes him up early in the morning. A cockerel, usually. Daniel stomps up the chair and to her new room, where he puts the girl down...
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