Ira nodded, though he was somewhat nonplussed by Staas’ exclamation. “Yeah. But twenty-six isn’t that important. And we’d only just met.”
Luckily, Alida cut them off to chastise her father, then offer Ira her drawing, which he accepted eagerly. “Sure, let’s have a look.” He leaned over towards Alida as she pushed the paper at him, and Ira angled it slightly down so that he could see it properly from his sitting position.
His brow knit for a few seconds as he squinted at the waxy scrawl, but it was easy to identify Alida, she was the only obvious girl, and had long, proudly-sketched hair. Ira was the glasses, of course, and the size difference between the remaining two figures determined which were Theo and Staas (and in his case, the fang-like lip ring helped). As for the scribble of blue and yellow coloring for a background-- that was surely El Torro. Ira gazed at the drawing, unreservedly charmed.
“Oh, that’s lovely! Your family and me, right?” He grinned, pointing at the stick people in turn as he named them. “That’s you, and your brother, and that’s your daddy, and then me – a handsome depiction, by the way— and we’re at your daddy’s restaurant.”