Michael arched an eyebrow when his daughter started speaking, and then she said that word - he'd heard it once or twice from people in the near by village when she'd been younger, but he hadn't realized anyone had ever said the word to Wren.
He looked over her shoulder to see that she'd been working through a Thesaurus, and the word was right there on the page, along with a colorful list of further options. He sighed and sat beside her on the daybed pulling the book into his lap, reading over the words again.
"Is there something you want to talk about?" He asked. Because knowing his daughter she had something to say on the subject - as she did with almost any other subject.