"No goldfish crackers?" Fitz pouted. "Meanie." But he was laughing as he went to get plates; keeping an ear out for Eleanor as he did so. He knew his daughter was safe, and he knew Raven right there, but it was still a parent thing and it was instinct by this point.
"And we have plates!" he said triumphantly, a moment later. Never let it be said he wasn't a dork. "So, tell me, what did you bring?"
Because Fitz was ridiculously interested in Chinese food. Especially since Raven always had a knack for remembering his favorites whenever she fed him. He didn't know what was going on, but for the moment -- just the moment -- he wasn't going to argue it, and was just going to enjoy the food.
Once they were done eating, though, then he was going to poke at things. "Okay," he said, after everything had been cleared away and they were settled in the living room. "What's up?"