Rebeca raised an eyebrow some at that response. “Well just know that I don’t mind doing stuff for you,” she said with a little shrug of her shoulders. “We don’t cook a lot of pork anyways. Aside from bacon. You don’t… it isn’t a problem if things are cooked in the same pans? I thought that was something I heard somewhere…” 

She shrugged some, laughing a little at herself. “I don’t really know much if I’m honest. Just what I hear in passing. Dad and I are much more find your own path to enlightenment sort of thing I guess. Mom’s family wasn’t too keen on that, but at least while my grandparents were around no one bothered me about it.” Her tone had shifted some, becoming darker than her normal cheer. She looked away, closing her eyes for a moment as she gathered herself back into her normal self.

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Bea had nodded when she had mentioned her father’s name. Trying not to tea up any. She followed the woman in, clutching onto the handle of her case to keep herself from reaching over and taking Roger’s hand. His steady prencese was all that was keeping her from breaking down just then. 

She had sat herself down on the edge of chair after she had gone to fetch the tea and smiled up at Roger slightly while she nodded her head. “So far,” she murmured before the woman was back.

She murmured a thank you when she was handed her cup, taking a sip before she replied. “I’m sorry,” she said with a little laugh. “I have no real memory of you. So I’m sure I’m much bigger than the last we meet.”