"Oh, you are completely unfair!"

Footsteps now - quiet at first, but slowly louder.

"And as you can tell," another voice replies, lower and hiding it's amusement much less successfully than it likely intends to. "I'm utterly devastated for you, dear - but, the door."

A frustrated huff, one that would very nearly be a shriek if that wasn't entirely unladylike and even more likely to lose her argument for her before she's even able to properly plead her case.

"But Daddy!"

The low voice is laughing outright now. "Door, Louisa."