"Dad said the day he showed up I didn't get one father, I got seven, and two moms," Daniel chuckled. "I like that. If I have any questions, I'll ask," he agreed.
Tuck sort of guided them into the parsonage then, and shut the door behind them. "Here's the place. It's not so grand, but it's home," he said fondly. Compared to Daniel's house, the parsonage was tiny, but it suited Tuck. It looked homey and lived in. "Come sit at the table so I can talk to you while I cook," he said, leading them into the kitchen.
Once Stutely and Daniel were seated, little sleeping Amelia just outside the kitchen in her pram, Tuck started bustling about putting ingredients together. "Dad, are you sure you don't need any help?" Daniel asked.
"No no, I love doing this!" Tuck said, beaming. "I haven't cooked for you since you were eight, let me do this." He paused for a moment, to smile fondly at Daniel. "It means so much to me to have you here," he said, looking like he was going to tear up again. Then he turned to start chopping things up.
"Alright, here's a question," Daniel said, turning to Stutely with the full knowledge that Tuck could hear every word he was saying, "is my Dad happy? Aside from having his kids back, because I can see how much that means to him. And it means just as much to me," he added, just in case Tuck thought it didn't.
Tuck focused very much on chopping and not thinking too much about that question.