My parents got a new printer a couple weeks ago. Zoe was kind enough to help me set it up (read: play with the box and get in the way).
"I'll just be in this box if you need me. Try not to need me."
"I has a box. Is good box."
"Oh, all right, I'll fucking help you, if you insist." "Um, Zoe? It helps if you read the directions right-side up."
"Fuck off. This is really boring. Also, stop it with the camera already."
"Surely there's something more interesting than tech support happening over there. Um, yeah...I have a...thing...I have to take care of...over there...yeah...okay, bye!"
And thus it was that I set up the printer by myself.
As far as Lucy is concerned, she is adjusting to her new diet. That is, she gobbles down her food in about 30 seconds in an utterly pitiful fashion. Then she pokes at me a lot to make sure I've noticed that she hasn't got any food AT ALL WOE.