Bobby was good at changing the subject, one of those ingrained survival instincts, "Lilo? She's sixteen now, christ, seems like just yesterday she was six." He shook his head, "She still likes juice in boxes and whipped cream right out of the can though, so we still get on just fine even though I ain't never been entirely sure how to handle teenage girls."
He shrugged, "She's sharp too, learns quick, doesn't try anything unless she's sure she's got it right."