[ Rafa watches this exchange with some amusement. He keeps the glass of not-rum for himself, taking a sip while she argues with her daemon. ]

Mine was convinced to change its name, in the end. My husband did not take kindly to the first one.

[ The unicorn looks up, making a pathetic little whinny as it's called out. Rafa's umbreon promptly lands on top of it, flattening it to the floor. ]

I suggest you keep trying. You are the boss, after all, not the daemon. Perhaps you could put her on mute?