"Hello," he answered, still flustered and a bit infuriated with his daughter's meddling streak. He hadn't want to dance with Luz. He hadn't wanted to really be alone with Luz or speak to her or talk about Lord of the Flies while Lord of the Flies was the only thing they'd have to talk about and now they'd have to talk about Lord of the Flies.

Or would they? Except, he couldn't think of any topics that didn't relate to her outside of the book. He already knew how classes were going from Anya, right down to who was a skank this week and who wasn't. His daughter didn't have much of a gossip filter, unfortunately. "You-" Are no longer an English boy named Ralph. "You look nice," he said finally, his tone lifting upwards to sound more like a question than an answer. "Having fun?"