"You'll love it!" Timothy said confidently. "There's so much to do! How do you do with G-forces? Or loads of liquid butter?"

"Dad."

"Or games of skill? There's this one with a little pellet shooter that I can never beat-"

"Daaaaad."

"Or even-"

Devika finally stood up and waved her hands in front of her father's face to get his attention. "[i]Dad![/i] Over here!"

Timothy blinked and pushed his glasses up. "Oh. Yes, sweetheart, what is it?"

"I think you might be overwhelming Roxy." She finally said. Roxy had never given her more than a few words in the morning, and she figured Roxy was trying to be pleasant for her sake, which was sweet. But she didn't want that patience to be tested. Her father could be a lot when he was excited about something.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Let me vacate while you have your coffee." He grinned and grabbed the tickets from the table.

Devika rolled her eyes as he left, but she didn't seem all that upset. "Sorry. I know he's... eager. Like he's younger than me, sometimes."