Parry felt his cheeks turn red and looked to the carpet, hiding his face under one pudgy palm as Rikive sent him an accusing glare. It wasn't his fault! He had one iPhone in every color and size- they were just so trendy with his outfits! How could he keep track of that many phones?

Thankfully he wasn't feeling stupid for long. Rikive took the instructions on the phone as literally as she could and was stumped by modern technology. 

Parry giggled, then clapped a hand over his mouth to stop the laughter for fear of offending the goddess. She might be technologically illiterate, but she could definitely lock him in a high chair to get one more kid out of her hair.

Speaking of kids, the pups were starting to nibble on each others scruffy necks. Lily would be down for the count until her mom came in and Estelle was probably going to be too shaken up and tired from whatever she had (or hadn't) done to the sword.

That only left a half dozen fae, witches and lesser children for Rikive to look after until Estelle's parents picked her up at 3. And while Parry's body had shrunk in size, his brain remained somewhat functional- the clock over the playroom said it was 12:47.

[i]Two hours until half these kids are gone. I've gotten through worse before[/i]. Parry reached one pudgy hand at the phone, trying his best to get it working without putting it in his mouth. [i]Shouldn't be too bad. I'll have this thing figured out before long.[/i]

The bright pink iPhone in one hand, Parry brought it up to his face to try and get a better view and slide the bar to the side.

Then stuck one of its corners in his mouth.

[i]Welp. We're boned.[/i]