“Well. That’s a bit … I didn’t know he /had/ any kids. Okay.”
“Can I still come in and get that chocolate?”
“There are actually four of us,” he beamed, cocking his head for her to follow him. “And of course you can. I don’t make promises I can’t …no …wait, yeah I do. Ignore that last part, then, so I can look good.”
Summer broke up into laughter. “I’m supposed to what now? Don’t be absurd.” She tipped him a wink. “I don’t think you need to pretend to be some kind of perfect knight in order to look good.”