He sat back down and offered her one glass of milk, and thanked her with a bow of his head for the cake. "He scolded me for not telling him my sister was hot. I almost heard the older him for half a second, through all the grit." He took a bite of the cake, holding it in such a way where he didn't get frosting on his hands. He shook his head, "It's weird. It's like you, seeing your dad so young. For me, he's one of the most influential father figures I have. Seeing him so young gives me perspective in the whole thing. That I wasn't as much of a pain in his ass that I was trying to be. He probably knew every move I was going to make before I made it." He shook his head with a smile, chuckling to himself.
"How's your dad taking things, by the way? Your mom always is pretty zen about things. Have you talked to your teachers yet?"