"Hey," Baron said as he came into his father's tent, grinning as the smell of a home-cooked meal hit him. It reminded him of many such meals when he was a kid, and wondered just what the occasion was this time. Likely it was something about his father and Charlie, because while he hadn't said anything he hadn't missed the changes between the two men, nor their reconciliation, if it could be called that.
He took a seat at the table, and eyed his father carefully. "So, what's this about Dad? Not that I mind having dinner with you and Charlie, but I know something's going on. You're kind of distracted lately, you know?"