"Yeah, sure," Heather replied. "Pretty much always." She smiled at him before her brow furrowed in slight confusion as he handed over an envelope. It took her a moment to realize what it was. "Dad...you don't have to do this. I mean, I appreciate it, I really, really do, but you don't... I mean..." She trailed off and stared down at the envelope in her hand, then conceded, knowing it wouldn't do any good. "Thanks, Dad."