The idea of her father ever getting drunk and partying like she did on a frequent basis was just impossible for Minerva to imagine, but she dropped the subject lest she piss her father off more and him trying to lecture her on the evils of excess.
"I'd happy if you'd burn it now so I wouldn't have to look at it. It's making me nauseous," Minerva told Neville, closing her eyes and grimacing at the roll and toss of her stomach. She waited until the nausea subsided.
Minerva raised an eyebrow slowly. So, Hannah didn't know about her father dating. Well, this was going to be interesting. Since her parents split, Minerva couldn't remember either of them seeing anyone else and while the thought of either of her parents dating, kissing, having sex etc. was just...ugh, disgusting - she did want her father to be happy.
Especially if it meant that her mum would be uncomfortable with it.
Suddenly, Minerva knew she would have to pay a visit to her mum on Saturday night. In the meantime...
"It's a date. If men don't think it's a date - then it's a date. First rule of dating. Gods, Dad it has been a while for you hasn't it?"
She grinned at Neville. "Make sure you two kids are safe and responsible, yeah?"
Minerva stretched and decided to answer her father's last question. "Well, I can't go shopping because you cut me off of spending any more money, remember?" She gave her father a pout.