"It's good," Heath nodded, at Reese. "I can just conjure up the stuff you want in there, and do the walls and stuff," he explained, managing to reach out and grab Dale's Timon toy. "Hey Dale, lookit!" he gasped, acting all surprised. "Cheers for that, Reese."

He watched as Reese appeared to take control of the situation, and whipped his head around to watch his son's reaction.

Reaching out for the toy, Dale smiled with glee. "Timon!" he cried, jamming the foot of the meercat in his mouth. He looked around at Reese. Dale soooooo wanted to stay up, but the offer of playing aeroplanes was just too tempting. "Okayyyyy..." he sighed, wriggling under his quilt and looking up at Heath. "Kiss, daddy!"

Chuckling, Heath planted a goodnight kiss on Dale's forehead and ruffle his hair. "G'night, sprout," he grinned, heading out the door and getting ready to turn out the light when Reese left.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.