"The best." Warren answered from his entrenched position, nearly inside the overstuffed lounger he'd been inhabiting. Eva would have all of Ren's designer clothes runway ready in a matter of days, he had no doubt.
"Maybe." Solid ground, Warren. But the truth was nobody knew exactly how many of Angel's attributes Ren would inherent. "But she's our miracle baby." Something the pair had often called Ren, considering Eva had once thought she would not be able to have children at all. Honestly, the range was wide. Non-useful wing-like appendages? Or Ren could become an electro-Valkyrie-shape-shifting old world style goddess.
"He'll enjoy Hawaii," Angel explained about Dawson - "the Facebook pictures will be prolific." Then, Warren watched his wife's descent into a whirlpool of self-doubt, and it spurred his exhausted body into action. "No." He answered her request over his cigarettes simply but with a smirk. Though, the word being spoken did cause the winged-man to reach for and snag one of his mentioned, but non-existent Parliaments.
He pried his ass from the seat, only to slide around the table and crash next to Eva and displace her weight partially onto him. "Disgusting habit. I won't stand for it." He explained, while he lit the cigarette and took that first, sweet sweet, puff. Though, when he pulled it away from his lips, he nestled it between his fingers - on the hand that went to Zap's knee. Practically daring the electrokine to steal it from him.