Chi let out a drawn out sigh. If Reese had figured out how to control her it would be hard to keep him on his diet. Chi watched with virtual horror as her master devoured a disgusting amount of food. She would have been surprised if he hadn't passed out after that.<br/><br/>Chi carried Reese up to his room, changed him into pajamas, and tucked him into bed. He must have been dreaming because, to her horror, she heard him mutter in his sleep: "No Chi, don't make me do any more exercising~" Sleep-talk or no, a direct command was a direct command. It looked like her master's diet and exercise program was over. Che didn't wake Reese up until breakfast time; he no longer had a morning or evening exercise session, after all.