The next morning, Marcia woke up in excellent mood. That disgraceful jerk Patrick was in her expert hands. She'd enjoy ridiculing him! Oh, she just hoped so much that he could recall who he used to be! Then vengeance would be absolutely delicious! As she took care of the two toddlers in the crib, she noticed at once that the one-year-old clearly had kept the remnants of his adult psyche. First it seemed disgusted at being so near a gillbaby. And when it looked at her, it sounded absolutely appalled, which was enough to make Marcia feel very happy. And when she cooed at Patrick, he scowled even more. The rest did not go any easier. During his change the former knight looked away and blushed in embarrassment. The feeding was done through a bottle, which Patrick swallowed fast. Marcia suspected it was to get the ordeal over as quickly as possible. But Patrick had other things coming to him. Eating porridge was the next step, and being dressed in appropriately childish clothes and set into a playpen another set of unpleasant experiences. Patrick was surly, which did not surprise Bufo. The poor pot-bellied gillman was completely hapless and oblivious to the evidence, naturally. And the best thing was that as a toddler, Patrick could only utter a few words, and those a typical toddler would say. With raising so many little satyrs, Bufo just assumed the new baby in the house was simply naturally grouchy and going through his phase of saying "No!" to all. But Marcia knew better and she took great pleasure in treating Patrick like an actual baby. After all, he'd been pawned off just as he had done to her. So the irony was simply delicious. It was evident that Patrick did not like living surrounded by so many other people, notably other children, and in settings that were so far away from his usual extravagant standards. This second childhood was a true torture for him and Marcia intended to enjoy every second of it to the fullest.