Parrot

Jamal was the first to answer as he raised his hand:

"Bossman, the boss is still in the kitchen, head honcho, Sir!"

Emir's exasperated face showed itself. 

"You fucking shit face. Choose a title and stick with it!"

And like routine, all of the family began laughing their ass off.

"Yes, head honcho, boss, Sir!"

Faye, who had her ears covered by Logan jumped out of his lap and ran towards him.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Carry me!"

A smiling Emir grabbed her cute little cheeks and began squeezing them.

"Little Faye, do I look that old to you?"

"…B-But your pops boss right?"

Emir looked up at Logan, only to see him shake his head.

"I don't know either… It's probably 'cause she watched The Godfather 11 or something." 

He kneeled to little Faye level, and tapped his shoulders, inviting her to sit. 

Her black twin tails bobbed up and down as she giggled, her brown eyes bright.

"Thank you, grandpa!"