Fatsumoto decided to leave after a quarter of an hour. Too much heat was not good for his youngest son, and he had a second one to think about as well. He woke up Mitsuhiko gently and both boys followed meekly out. The Japanese man altered Debuito's old short to resemble to a tee what he was wearing. What a relief to change for the better that tasteless piece of fabric! The French Daddy he knew, a true Parisian, would only approve and he swore to tell him the story next time he met him. Besides, Debuito was absolutely elated as he saw what he was going to wear. What a change from the scorn he had showed not so long ago! This sort of change and mental transformation was a pure delight to all Daddies, and Fatsumoto was no exception. He needed to do some serious shopping, now that he had two little ones to look after, but before he decided to go out for a treat. He told to his boys they'd go to eat sushi and both clapped and cheered, elated at having such a treat. Mitsuhiko wanted a lot of desserts too. And Fatsumoto knew just the place.
The sushi place was, like all good places of good repute in that domain, owned by a Japanese man who knew his trade like an expert and had a young teen that seconded him but diligence and intelligence. The owner of the restaurant was awed at the two boys clutching Fatsumoto and congratulated him for his new family, saying he would give the boys a special sugary treat. The cook was happy for Fatsumoto. The good man deserved such luck! He had for a long time. True, the two boys was still a bit shy and fearful but they were new to the Daddy Dimension. In a week's time no one would see them as timid, surely. And Fatsumoto deserved a boy to carry on his legacy. He had passion and it had to be transmitted, doubtlessly. So he made a special meal for the little family, indeed notably for the eldest son that was training to be like his respectable father. The two men talked animatedly and in a friendly way.
But while their chatter was duly enjoyed and both boys delighted in the meal, a muscular yokai entered, nodding and bowing politely. He looked stern, but polite. He wore a red, black and white kimono and obi. He lived in the regions of the Daddy Dimension inhabited in great majority by the mythological Daddies.
"My lord!" said the owner respectfully. "I'll go prepare the meal for your... er... charge."
It was said that this noble yokai was very strange. Rumors abounded. That instead of getting a son he had taken a girl. A girl from the bourgeoisie in Paris. That he had made her a fae. Or a mermaid. well, something from the West. Something he kept as an exotic pet. A true oddity indeed. Exceedingly mysterious. The owner prepared slabs of sashimi, tuna and salmon, lots of seaweed salad and a few mochi. The yokai then left with a few words of politeness. The two boys had stared, awestruck, and Fatsumoto did wonder what exotic female pet the lord was keeping. So much mystery... Yet the little family returned to their dishes, while the cook returned to his pleasant chatter, getting news from Fatsumoto who was happy to oblige.