Erica laughed, grinning as her dad hugged her. He was always affectionate, and she loved it. That didn't keep her from teasing him about being weird, though. "Hey. Yeah, it was good. I made a new friend. His name's Wyatt." There was something in the excited tone of her voice that would make any father of a teenage daughter wary.
She scooted the stool closer to the stove and her dad. Hanging out in the kitchen while her parents cooked was a pretty regular thing for her, and she seemed completely at ease. She enjoyed being around people, especially after the somewhat traumatic experience surrounding the manifestation of her powers. She would rather hang out while her parents cooked than sit in front of a TV alone. "How 'bout you?"