When Misser Lee sat down she went to him, smiling. He was still very tall even when he was sitting and it reminded her of Daddy. She tried to sit very still as he put the ribbons in her hair but she couldn't help the slight bounce that she was prone to.
He didn't take very long though and soon he was telling her she was prettier than Bane (which she didn't think was possible.) At the last minute she remembered her manners. "Tank you Misser Lee," she said and kissed his cheek- she'd seen the ladies in town doing that before.
There was something about being in his lap that made her seem to calm down and suddenly she was feeling rather sleepy. Without thinking about permission she rested her head on what she could reach of his chest, her thumb going to her mouth out of habit.