Charissa pointed her finger at Marcus sternly, but jokingly. "You sir, should listen to your elders." She smiled, flicking his nose as he walked over to her. Rissa spread her legs before swinging her long lean tanned legs up on the counter as well. She pressed her back to the pantry wall, and bent her legs at the knees, putting everything under the white lace that had now ridden up a bit, on display. "Kana, don't YOU think Daddy needs to quit?" Rissa put emphasis on the "You" as she arched an eyebrow at her father.