"I can teach you now," he agreed, spinning his chair round to look up and face her. "He really never explained? Jesus, Tommy..." He grinned and shook his head at the news. "He's really my brother. Obviously. He's my older brother, too. 4 minutes, 26 seconds older. And for all his smarts, he's an idiot sometimes, but I'm gonna guess that since he's your dad, you know that bit already."
Heading over to the pool table, he started poking about around it, getting out the rack and balls and starting to set things up. "8-ball, yeah?" He'd get it set up, show her what to do if she didn't already know, and then go sort out food.