"She is! It's different when she's on stage too. She can be shy in person, but on stage she isn't shy at all. I'll ask, but I think she'd be okay with a crowd."
Tuck started to fry the hashbrowns and cook the insides of the omelettes. "I can't wait to go sit in the front row and lose my shit," he said, a fair evaluation of what he was going to do. "How's my granddaughter over there?"
"Still out like a light," Daniel chuckled, watching her. "I might have to wake her up to give her lunch if she doesn't do it herself. Then she'll be cranky, but she makes the cutest pouty faces," Daniel said, clearly as enamored with his daughter as Tuck was with him. "So what do you do, Will?"