"I like blueberries, too," Emma agreed. "I like chocolate chips better, and I'm in a very chocolate mood today. Do you think they'd put ice cream on my waffle?" she mused. Glancing at George, she smiled teasingly, "M'I allowed to have ice cream on my waffle if I promise to eat eggs with it?" Sounds like a good birthday breakfast to her, but she couldn't say that without mentioning the B word and George had said his daughter was having a problem with that. Which Emma wasn't sure she understood, but she'd roll with it.
She glanced over at Natalie. "You're lucky. You've got a brill Daddy here, good bloke, lots of fun. I never got to meet my father."
She realized, as soon as the words left her mouth, that she and Natalie were a lot alike in that respect, and that maybe she shouldn't have mentioned it, considering just how the little girl came to meet George. She hoped maybe that'd just pass on by, and they could focus on the whole unknown fathers thing instead.