"Fine, yeah," Jughead nodded. "It's all good. I'm just. My dad was out here earlier, and I'm hoping he's long gone by now." He gave a weak sort of smile. The sort of smile that said he didn't really want to talk about it and wasn't really a smile at all.
He was glad they'd reached the coffee shop without incident. "He tends to make a scene, so." Jughead shrugged. "It's easier to just avoid him. What are you drinking? It's my treat."