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((This thread's just for sharing Daisy's interactions with Rooie, which I want to happen before he grows to flesh out their relationship.))

It was only minutes after Pook brought Rooie him that Daisy realized she was going to be saddled with the responsibility of this kid. Her adoptive mother's clumsy ways were just not agreeable with a baby of Rooie's sort. Demanding and remarkably sensitive for a baby...it was just not a good match. Daisy liked her independence. She'd always lived life unhindered, and she wasn't a mom. She didn't adopt this kid. He's not her responsibility. But seeing her frantic mother desperately trying to care for such a small baby and failing miserably was too much for Daisy to bear.

"How had she been able to do all this with me, when I was this small?" Daisy wondered. After a few frustrated moments of hoping the screaming baby would settle down with Pook, Daisy offered to give it a shot.

She picked up Rooie as if he were a football and quickly made off to her room. The baby shrieked and screamed all along the way, but Daisy paid him no mind. Once safely in her room, Daisy gave the squealing creature a good look for the first time.

"He is kinda cute," she thought. His pale skin was flushed and his dark green eyes sparkled with gross little baby tears. But Daisy had certainly seen much grosser things, and found Rooie to comparatively be quite adorable. He also smelled kind of bad. But again, Daisy had smelled much worse things in her time, so she barely noticed it.

His little baby gaze met hers and for a moment, Daisy thought maybe he understood that she was trying to help. Then he started to shriek even louder. What did he want? She picked him up by his tiny baby arms.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong with you?" she tried asking, but the only reply she got was horrible ear-shattering baby fairy screams.

She tried repositioning the fairy, like she'd seen mothers do on television. Rocking him gently in her arms, he quickly quieted. She sighed in relief.

"This isn't so hard!" she thought, "Pook is just an idiot." Now that the crying was done, she tossed him onto one of the miniature hay bales that decorated her room, figuring the worst was over and that he was all screamed-out. But as soon as the baby rolled over on the scratchy bale, the screaming and squirming escalated to a whole new level.

"Ok, that didn't work," Daisy thought. He smelled a little bad, what do people do for that? Baths? She left Rooie unattended on the bales while she got a bath together for him. She flew up to this sink in the bathroom and plugged the drain. Then, she filled it with a little lukewarm water and returned for her baby brother. She was more of a shower-type girl and wasn't really sure how this bath thing was supposed to work for Rooie, so she just stripped him down and plopped him in the water. He seemed even angrier than before and continued to cry. But sometimes Jeze didn't like baths either, when she was being grumpy, so Daisy figured she'd go ahead with the bath idea anyway and follow it through. She lathered Rooie up and dunked him in the water to rinse him off. He was getting increasingly more agitated.

The baby now smelled a lot better (like Pook's awesome ribbon candy handsoap that she'd used as shampoo) and was definitely much cleaner. She pulled her brother out of the bath and dried him off with a few sheets of soft toilet paper. Some little bits of the paper stuck to the baby, but he was dry so she thought what the heck. She put his green onesie back on and he seemed happier for once.

Daisy took Rooie back to her room and opened up one of her miniature wooden craft trunks. She'd been using it as a makeshift tack trunk in her tiny little barn, but she figured it'd make a fine crib for the new baby. She stuffed it full of kleenex and laid the baby on top. Tired from all the crying and satisfied with being clean, Rooie slipped off into a peaceful slumber. Daisy slid several hay bales over and lay down on them for a nap.

After the frustrating adventure in snacking, Daisy took Rooie for another bath. He didn't seem to mind this one as much.

Although he hadn't been home long, Daisy felt like Rooie had been around for days. The piercing shrieks of a young fairy sure make you tired. After his second bath, she laid Rooie back in his makeshift kleenex trunk-crib, hoping for a mutual nap. Before long her lids grew heavy and the gentle embrace of sleep seemed close.

"UUUUWWWWaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaAAAAAAuuuuUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!" Rooie cried. He was freakin' inconsolable.

Daisy skittered over to him to see what was wrong. Nothing. As soon as she approached, the infant gave a toothless smile, yawned, and curled up to nap himself. Daisy was too exhausted to be mad and curled up next to the crib to take advantage of her brother's napping.

Thirty minutes later, Daisy once again awoke to the sound of her brother crying. This time, she ran to grab another sugar crystal to see if that would please him.

He grabbed the treat and shoved it into his mouth. His sugary drool made his onesie crispy and crunchy, but he was happy and quiet. Rooie let out a small burp once the crystal was dissolved completely. He looked smug and satisfied, more than an infant should. It was as if he knew Daisy was in the palm of his grubby little baby-hand. He stared at his sister.

Daisy stared at Rooie, wondering what the kid wanted.

Rooie stared at his sister.

Daisy gazed back, confused.

Rooie let out a small pathetic cough, and his eyes began to water.

"NO. Don't cry. What's wrong?" Daisy pleaded.

Rooie began to softly cry.

Panicking, Daisy decided that maybe he wanted to play. She grabbed a small toy pony and made it dance through the air.

Rooie's tears stopped and he stared at the pony in awe.

Daisy continued to wave the pony around wildly for several minutes, hoping to please the baby. It seemed to be working but her arms were tiring fast. She set the pony down for a quick break.

Rooie resumed crying loudly.

Defeated, Daisy picked the pony back up and made it dance some more for the child's enjoyment. Her arms felt tired and dead, but it was better that than a screaming baby.

Rooie was pleased.

Time has passed now, and with each day Daisy increased in her efficiency at taking care of her tiny brother.

She would quiet every coo by placing a sugar crystal into the tiny fairy's grasp before he had the chance to erupt into a fit of tears. She even got a little bag to tie around her waist that she kept filled with sugar, so that they'd be right at hand when needed.

Although days had passed, Rooie showed little interest in many foods. His favorite was Pook's fancy crystallized tea sugar, but he'd entertain the notions of drinking sweet iced tea or nibbling at cookies or cheese. The little tyke had a refined palette.

Rooie seemed to enjoy his baths. He now rarely screams at bath time. He seems to occasionally get himself dirty on purpose, knowing that Daisy will draw another bath in no time. He loves to make messes just for this reason. He also loves to be the center of attention.

He runs on very little sleep. Daisy survives on even less. Most of her time was spent keeping her charge entertained. Baby Rooie never sleeps through the night.

Daisy has taken over as his caretaker with an amazing level of responsibility for a fairy of her age. She doesn't even resent the baby. In fact, she seems to enjoy doting on him. It makes her happy when her little brother shows signs of approval. Rooie is becoming quite spoiled.