"Do you look like an Ent?" she asked, amusement coloring her tone. "Or is that rude? They'd probably want to take a picture with you."
"Damn, and I thought four girls in one family was a lot." She let out a low whistle. "Well. I'm sure my father did, anyway. He liked to accuse all the women in his life of ganging up on him. He never actually meant it, though. Poor guy. He'd spend all of Sunday in his man cave watching football. He said it was because he knew we wouldn't stick around for that."