"She will probably be coming around in a few weeks," Connor told her. The two of them might get along, he thought. He didn't add that her family were probably happy to have her home rather than traveling around; that was old baggage the guys often bitched about.
"I am glad too," John admitted. "She's been right accommodating, and I didn't much expect it." He might not usually say as much to someone he didn't know, but Connor had good judgment and he'd gone with that for years. He and Darla hadn't even been an item, and there had been some bitterness initially on both ends, but most days now they had a friendship of sorts that worked.
John laughed. "No worries. Teething is rough. Come now, sweetie. They're for tapping," he said, crouching next to her.
"Don't worry, they're brand new," Connor told her. Not germy at least, and it'd take some gnawing to make them unfit for her.
"Nope nope nope," Colby chirped, earning a suspicious eyeing from both band members as he entered the room.
"Oh dear. What's he up to now?" Connor asked dryly.