"You're welcome. Anytime, you know. It's not like I'm stingy with my mad cooking skills or anything." Paul smiled slightly, the blush creeping up into his cheeks because maybe he had ulterior motives for bringing up lasanga and a box cutter - maybe he just wanted to see her and, oh, maybe that was just weird. So he didn't mention that part.
Glancing out at the ocean, he nodded. "Yeah, we were close. He traveled a lot, you know, because of the Navy but my dad was my hero, pretty much." It may have sounded silly, but that was how he felt. "It was a heart attack but..." Paul trailed off, then continued on as if in a daze, like he couldn't believe it himself. "They're re-examining the cause of death, like, maybe it wasn't that after all..." The thought made his stomach turn and the ocean seemed to agree, as a wave crashed violently onto the shore, leaving behind a substantial amount of foam.