"I haven't entirely decided." He might. He might not. He could show up on a moment's notice, he was fairly certain. "I heard the two of you had an interaction that was not, perhaps, the best way to meet." He'd hoped that his daughter and Irina would get along, but that didn't seem to be the case right now.
"Making dinner? Is your boy a cook?" He was fairly certain that Hope had never learned to cook. There was no need, living with their family. "It might be a better meal if you went out."