Rose, on the other hand, was trying to keep that London accent from showing up in front of her mother. She wasn't sure she'd be able to keep it up, but she was trying.
She smiled a little as he preened. When she caught him looking, she rolled her eyes. Couldn't let his ego get too big.
"Is Dad home?" Rose asked.
"He's washing up before dinner. Why don't you go put your bags up? Dinner'll be done soon. Pete!" she yelled up the stairs. "Hurry up, they're here!"