Hunter had to look back to Denim when she said that last part. He gave her a small smile, knowing that his dad's feeble attempt at cutting him down backfired. Denim hadn't said, "I don't really know either." She would have said it in a joking manner of course, but that was what Jack was expecting. And plus? She'd pretty much described all the good characteristics he'd gotten from Jack. "Well, he is a chip off the old block, I must say. He gets all that from me." Hunter tried not to make a face, then turned back to look at Ally and Claire. "Um... Would you two... Do you mind if I scurry off for a second? I'll be right back." Hunter asked, and kissed Denim's cheek. He was going to make sure that everything on the other side of the room was doing okay, but you could bet his eyes were going to be on his father and Denim. He did not trust that man.