Vivienne returned the embrace, not minding that it lasted a bit longer- no matter how old she was, she felt safe with her papa, and that feeling was especially true in a simple hug like that. She would always be his little girl, at least in that way.
"For your stir-fry? Absolutely." She made a playful show of inhaling deeply, savoring the aroma. "It smells divine, papa. Thank you." And- because, in some ways, this was still her house (sorry, papa, but she'd grown up here!) Vivienne found her wait to retrieve plates and utensils so she could start serving herself.