Logan enjoyed spending time with his daughter, and he enjoyed getting out of the house every now and then. He didn't smoke in the house, so he took advantage of outdoor time whenever he got the chance. There was a cigar in his pocket, and he hoped his teenage daughter wouldn't give him a lecture about smoking it. He didn't like having to ignore her.
He walked into the living room to meet her, an eyebrow raised at her posture. She'd told him nothing was wrong, but she looked like she was in pouting mode.
"Ready?" he asked. He'd wait for her to bring whatever-it-was up.