"Hmmm," Reve lifted the hem of her shirt to look at her belly button.
"No," Butcher poked his head in the door as if he had some kind of parental telepathy.
"What?" Reve laughed.
"You shouldn't get your belly button pierced," her papa opened the door a little wider.
"How do you know that's what I was thinking?" Reve put her hands on her hips, a big smile on her face.
"I know you," Butcher crossed the room to give her a hug, pausing when she pulled her shirt down. "Modesty?"
"It's a virtue," Reve said innocently, giving him a hug.
Butcher sighed in exasperation, "You're going to drive me crazy." He walked back to the door.
"But I love you, Papa," Reve giggled as he waved and left to go back and take care of her youngest brother. "Now what to do...?"