" Alright then... you can take care of her while I go do a few things with Juvia. Here's the stroller, and her backpack. She will probably just keep sleeping but just in case she wakes up you can either sing to her or just walk around— everytime she moves she gets sleepy so that's a good thing, also... ' Of course she could continue the whole day. Moms won't stop being moms after all.

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ GRAY REMAINS POISED, strong arm still furls around the peaceful youngster as she is enraptured by the slumber’s TRANQUILITY. His neck cranes in reverence and his moon eyes fall into tickled crescents as he takes in Calli’s cherubic visage; all the while listening keenly to the direction proffered to him by Lucy.

     Flaxen hair, like butter warmed with a spoonful of GOLDEN syrup. Dewy cheeks &&. tiny mouth. Freckles dusting over a button nose sparingly; so faint &&. small, one wouldn’t know of their existence. It’s baffling how one could be so enamored by these LITTLE PEOPLE, and Gray isn’t an unquestionable EXCEPTION. The warmth which radiates from Calli’s petite being was heartening beyond words ( a potent contrary to the wintry sensation that courses through his own veins ).

    ❝ A'ight, fine. Ya ‘ave my words, ❞   He reassures; cocking his head to catch Lucy’s gaze,  ❝ —– That I WON’T be teachin’ her any Ice magic, ‘less she decides that she wants to herself. ❞

    Although Gray concurred to her directions with such CONFIDENCE, he is suddenly beginning to realize that he has absolutely NO IDEA how to change the little one’s diaper—— — Though, this prospect does not deter him from trying to assist Lucy; he did agree to be the one to look after her, after all ( &&. an Ice-Mage is never one to admit defeat ).

      ❝ I think… I got it— I guess not all of this is so bad. ❞  He willfully thought aloud before redirecting his glacial hues downward to the infant temporarily within his care. 

    ❝ Enjoy y’erself, Lucy. Tell Juvia I said hi. ❞