Gus cradled his coffee mug in both hands, looking up over the top of it innocently. What was she expecting from him, anyway? He'd chosen to keep his mouth shut because he knew she was enjoying herself, and the truth about his relationship with his... their father was that they butted heads about everything. Everything!
His dad raised an eyebrow and chuckled at Gianna's remark. Gus wasn't surprised; his dad's mind had been in the gutter since puberty.
"I had a big breakfast," he said, giving her a look that discouraged her from making a big deal about his silence. "Don't worry. I'll get to them."
"That's if I leave any to spare," Tony said, helping himself to a fourth? fifth doughnut. "Your coffee's going to go cold, son." He turned his attention to Gianna. "It's a pretty fun place to poke your nose around. I'll have to see if I can free up some time in my schedule."
"You mean find a time when nobody's looking and just show up," Gus said, rolling his eyes. "You know you could actually call me and we could arrange something, Dad." No, that wouldn't happen. His dad enjoyed the thrill of the escape too much to ever play by the rules.