"What smells good?" Erica asked, following the smells into the kitchen and hopping up onto a barstool. She seemed to be completely unphased by this whole thing, aside from her headache when she'd first gotten here. She'd darted off for a few hours in the afternoon but was quickly back at home, not wanting her dad to worry.
Her dad was still her dad, even if he had less grey hairs. But she could appreciate that it was a little weird for him. She didn't know if she had done some weird thing to the space-time continuum. If she had a more nervous disposition, she might be worried that if she didn't impress him that he might decide not to have her and she would stop existing. But she had no such fears, and was treating this whole thing like it was just another normal night at home.