Hotdogs were not his cuisine of choice; Caitlyn had eaten them back when he could remember how little she was but for the most part he didn’t find them desirable. Also not one to waste food he ate, finishing the item in little time. Wiping his face with a napkin the ball of foil and crumpled wad of paper were disposed of properly.
Taking Laura’s hand he didn’t mind standing there in silence with her, keeping an eye on their daughter in silence.
Another minute and he posed a question, “Do you think she is adjusting?”