Honestly, Lexie didn't understand why everyone thought her dad was so weird. ... Okay. That was a lie. She understood very well. But on the other hand, the adults at least had been dealing with him for a long, long time, so it was silly that people expected him to react differently or... more maturely. He was himself and he never apologized for it, which was wonderful and refreshing. And, really, a lesson that Lexie badly needed to learn herself.
Her smile faded as he turned to ask the question. Sneaky, sneaky father, slipping it in there while she was off her guard. A crease appeared in her brow and a little cloud passed over her face. "I..." ordinarily she would've lied; she didn't like it when people thought something was wrong. But this was her dad. Lying was not only useless, it was counterproductive. "Not really," she told him in a small voice. "I don't understand why so many people hate me."