"Um... I'm not very picky." He was tempted to ask for Raman, but she seemed a little above that. And then he thought: >Tough luck. Girl needs to grow up someday, and it's not like there was plenty to go around, with the Russians burning all the farmland. "Make some of the Raman. We could share it." He tried to look as sweet and innocent as possible. He had no idea if it worked or not.
He winced as she went on about Thea, and he wasn't very surprised. Honestly, he would react the same way about Max, if his brother wasn't so mentally ill. Tom was often jealous of the fact that his brother had a daughter, a girl, *and* a beautiful widow to get all moany about. Didn't chicks did that sort of thing? Or something.
Poor Brook... "I wouldn't say I wouldn't ever sink that low, I'm just rather... blinded, when it comes to relationships. I haven't gotten around much." Well, in a bodily sense. He took a deep breath again. Okay. Be a man. Be firm! Be honest! "You aren't a slut. Being pregnant at your age doesn't mean anything like that, it just means that some dick--sorry--in some overseas country took advantage of you. I don't think that's something Dorothea would ever understand, you know? Not--not that I do either. But my brother might. He'd gotten married at a very young age... I think he was even younger than you, actually. It happens."
He briefly dared to pat her on the shoulder, than pulled away in a nervous manner. "And yes, your sister is married. It was a weekend thing. I don't know why or how, especially, but Cadeyrn--her husband--said there was some crying involved. She may he headed to France now, but it depends on how things go in Brazil."