"Both my dads are English," she said, resisting the urge to offer him a steadying hand. "I don't know my mum, but the three of us moved to the States when I was five, so I'm English, too." She sighed wistfully. "I can never be president." That was a serious concern for her. She looked at the world and had so many ideas for how to make it better if she were the President. "Anyway. I have Dad, who is my biological father, and Daddy who is his husband and has been in in Dad's life since before I was born. It's all very dramatic."
Maggie handed Robert his files when he silently asked for them. He had a kind face, and his smile made her smile. "I go back at Christmas to visit my gran. When I can." She shrugged as if to say school didn't always make that possible, but she didn't go there. She wasn't going to complain. Looking up at The man as he leaned against the wall, Maggie's smile softened as she decided she would fancy him. "Tour, yes or no?"