"Everyone loves Bingly until they get to know Mister Darcy," she said, smiling smugly like she was the leading expert on all things Pride and Prejudice and Jane Austen. "Muscles aren't everything. Your fans are going to be the quieter ones who will shyly ask for autographs, but who might be convinced to throw their panties during a show," she laughed and winked.
"Parents. Bless them. My dads are always trying to convince me to have parties at their house. I tell them, teasingly, that they would adopt my friends if they could. They never deny it." She idly traced the rim of her teacup with her finger as she smiled fondly at the thought of her dads. "I think they measure their success as parents by how much food they can fit into my ice box, how many of my friends love them as well as I do, and who can get the biggest groans when they tell the worst, cheesiest, God-awful jokes."