"Oh yeah? You must be smart like your dad, then," He nodded. Alright, seven it was. At least he'd have that for Toby when the man came back. He shifted under the gaze of the little girl, wondering how a little girl could make him feel off while he'd dealt with scarier things by far in his lifetime.
Smiling as he had a legit answer to her question he stood up straight, "I own a restaurant in Chicago, actually. Was thinking of maybe opening up one here."