The prospect of meeting Betty White aside, Danny had been far more interested in seeing Luke for the first time in the past month. He had arrived 15 minutes ago, still dressed in his Armani suit from the morning's business, and was confronted by a room full of children and puppies. Danny didn't have any siblings, nor did he have any friends with children, but a lifetime steeped in martial arts culture had given him a surprising repartee with children. Every discipline he had studied demanded the more advanced students tutor the younger ones. And Danny had taken these teachings to heart.
By the point the others arrived, Danny was crouched on the other side of the room, surrounded by a clutch of children. A mousey brown-haired girl was wearing his suit jacket- which was of course, far too large for her- and Danny's shirt sleeves were rolled up, as he gestured and spoke to the kids. “Alright- so Dylan, you throw a punch at me” a small blonde boy stepped forward, extending his arm mechanically. Danny slid to the side, and pushed his right shoulder under the boy's armpit. He gingerly executed a throw, catching the boy upside down while still in mid-air. Dylan as Danny held him upside down, and the other kids started to giggle as well. Standing Danny pushed the boy over his shoulder like a sack and started running around the room. “Graaaah” he yelled, and the trail of squealing children ran after him.