Count Duckula sat in his favorite chair. As he got comfortable, Nanny came in with a plate of cookies and a glass of hot chocolate. " 'ere you are, Duckyboos. I got you your glass of cocoa an' choccie biccies!"
"Thank you, Nanny," Duckula said, picking up a cookie and taking a bite.
At that moment, the Count's daughter, Patricia, peeked in. She was a teenager who looked like a younger, feminine version of her father. She had long, black hair and sunken eyes. Her feathers were a lighter green color than her father's, and she wore a black, long-sleeved shirt with gold embroidery and black pants. "Dad?" Patricia asked, quietly.
Duckula looked up and smiled. "Hey, Patty! Come on in! I was just about to have some choccie biccies. Nanny, go get Patty some."
Nanny left the room...through the wall. Both Duckula and Patricia facepalmed. Patricia then walked to her father. She looked nervous. "Dad...can I ask you something?"
Duckula swallowed his bite of cookie and replied, "Yes, of course. What is it?"
Patricia looked at the floor. "It's...It's really stupid and childish, and you don't have to say yes, but...can I sit on your lap, just for a little bit?"
Duckula's expression softened. "It's not stupid at all." When she looked up, he patted his lap. Patricia gently sat on her father's lap, and he held her, close. "There, now."
"I'm sorry," Patricia said. "I feel childish."
"Nothing to be sorry for," the Count replied. "It's not childish for a daughter to want to sit on her father's lap. Even if it were, you're my child, and nothing is wrong with being affectionate."
Patricia got comfortable and laid her head against her father's chest. At that moment, Igor came in. When he saw the sentimental scene, he frowned. "Countess, don't you think you're a little too OLD to be doing that?"
Patricia shook her head, and Duckula said, "Oh, leave her alone, Igor. My daughter can come to me for affection whenever she wants."
Igor scowled but said nothing else and left the room.
Duckula hugged Patricia. "Don't mind him. We'll not let him spoil our cozy evening." He gave her a cookie, then reached out and got another one for himself. He ate with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Patricia. They enjoyed the warmth from the fireplace and the silence of the evening.