Re: [Gunster Dinner]
Patrick didn't think of Webster as dad, but he did like Con talking about things she loved. Respectful, slouched and hands folded over his belly as he sat at the table again now, he listened. Man, Webster was a fuck, but Con was the best of the Gunster genes, and it would be hard to convince Patrick that his sister wasn't the bomb. And Adrian was inching to a close second, because the guy walked about saving the world and making things excellently improved for people, and Patrick thought that made anyone a good person. Was it simplistic? Sure, it was simplistic, but whatever. Patrick thought shit was made too complicated sometimes. This, for Patrick, was some of the best life had to offer. Sitting around a table with great company, great food, great conversation. Patrick thought this was intensely perfect, man.
Then his sis looked his way, and she invoked Mario, and screw this talking. Patrick jumped up, always the little bro who forgot to offer to do dishes or clear the table. "Not if I get there first!" He didn't care about being Yoshi, but racing to the console was something he'd done since he was a kid, and he smacked a hand with family ease on Adrian's shoulder. "Come on, dude. Loser cleans up."