*looks through her window as the car pulls out* *innocently waves to the paparazzi (a common-enough sight, for her), not knowing they can't see her through the tinted pane*
*turns back to you after a moment and considers you seriously before reaching a conclusion* I like you. You can marry my daddy, if you want.
*thinks you've explained it all so simply and it can't affect her mother at all, as far as she can tell (and yes, she needs to worry about her mother, too)* *does wonder if you know how not-fun her father is, though*