Octavius sat in on the couch like he had been ordered to. For a moment, his hands against his thighs for a moment before he leaned over and grabbed a book from his side table. Luckily for him he had kept it out here before going out to collect his daughter from the train. He wouldn't have wanted to get up and upset her.
"So what are you making?" he called out to her. "And we still need to talk about all you have planned for this vacation. Maybe we should plan a trip."