Rose had polished off the first half of the grilled cheese sandwich as Bart spoke. She knew what Bart was talking about when it came to family, though his cousin was about a gagillion times nicer than her dad could ever even dream to be.
She hadn't told Bart about her dad, yet, but had told him about her alter-ego. She hadn't told him either that it was because of her dad that she had gouged out her eye. That was not an easy conversation to get into, anyways.
"Yeah, I hear that," she replied. "At least your cousin's nice? My dad's a complete psycho asshole."