>After a day of work you come home to find Lyra wandering the house, wearing one of your long sleeved polo shirts, unbuttoned
>She's far too small for the shirt, the sleeves dragging comically on the floor when she's not attempting to walk upright
>She shuffles over to you, her hooves dragging on the carpet as she tries not to fall over, before she stands upright to give you a hug, welcoming you home
>You don't feel like cooking so you order a pizza for the two of you
>When the pizza arrives Lyra suggests watching a movie together on the couch while you eat, batting her long eyelashes suggestively
>You settle in, deciding to watch The Fifth Element since it's one of your favorites
>Lyra becomes very invested in the movie and it's characters, latching onto Leeloo and nearly mirroring her emotions through the film
>The movie finally ends and you ask her what she thought of it
>”Multipass,” she says with a smirk
>You eye her in mock skepticism, trying to contain your own laughter at her silly behavior before asking her again what she thought of the film
>”Multipass!”
>”Say 'multipass' again, I dare you.” The laughter is leaking into your tone now, despite your best efforts
>Lyra bites her lower lip to stifle her laughter, failing as she chuckles out “Multipass,” for the third time
>You jump off the couch with a fake shout of anger, grabbing Lyra around the waste and hoisting her over your shoulder before running to your room and tossing her on the bed
>She's laughing freely now as she lands with a soft thud
>You move in quicker than she can anticipate and move your fingers to her lightly clothed belly and tickle her mercilessly as she squeals and begins to gently kick the air in an effort to escape
>”There's no multipass to save you from my clutches!” You laugh at your own corny line as Lyra's eyes begin to tear up from your ministrations
>You ease up for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath as tears begin to roll down her laughing cheeks, before moving in again suddenly and blowing a raspberry on her tummy
>Her peals of laughter fill the room until she begs you to stop, laughing so hard she's having problems inhaling
>You finally stop as your hands begin to feel tense from all the tickling, Lyra laughing softly and crying as she tries to calm down
>You flop down next to her and she rolls over to look at you, still smiling, her amber eyes lit up with happiness
>She eventually puts a hoof around you, calling you a meanie before giving you a gentle kiss as the two of you settle in for sleep


>You wake up before Lyra and decide to make the two of you pancakes for breakfast
>She wanders out of the room, wearily rubbing an eye with a hoof, still wearing your polo that is much too large for her figure
>You direct her to the table and get her a glass of juice while the pancakes finish cooking
>When the pancakes are done you plate some up for Lyra and put them in front of her, she mumbles out a thanks as you go to plate your own
>When you turn back around you see Lyra staring at her pancakes, a look of concentration etched on her face
>She stops, sighs, then appears to concentrate again. You suspect she is trying to use magic, but failing
>Without saying anything you move your chair closer to her and begin cutting her pancakes for her, raising a bite of the hotcake to her smiling face
>She opens her mouth with a cute “Aaaah,” as you gently slide the fork into her mouth
>On one of these attempts at hand feeding her she fidgets and gets syrup on her cheek, which you promptly begin to wipe at with a napkin, the two of you to blushing and smiling at each other
>After the two of you finish eating and clean up your mess, Lyra ambushes you in the living room, seeking revenge for the tickling you put upon her last night
>The sounds of laughter can be heard by even your neighbors as the two of you idle the day away in the pleasure of each others' company