Giving him a look of displeasure at being put off, Christine shook it off and sat up. They probably should head downstairs and meet her parents. "Yea, let's head down."
Bounding down the stairs, she called out to her parents to find out where they were. Both in the kitchen, her mother was baking Oatmeal Raisin cookies that Christine had requested as a thanks for Wan. Looking back to her friend, she smiled and introduced him to her parents, Annabel and Charles. It didn't take long, however, for the father to get into interrogation mode.
"So, Wan, tell me how someone as young as yourself can afford to stay in a hotel and buy puppies for girls? Are you a pureblood elitist? Does your family have money? Where are you from and what are you intentions with my daughter," asked Charles. He didn't say with a stern voice, more a friendly inquisition. However, Christine new better. Her father wanted dirt.