Blake settled back into his chair and listed to Devon spin her tale, utterly bemused by the idea of his daughter and her friends having it out with one another on the steps of the library. He bit back the urge to suggest that the girls could simply take their argument back here to the mansion and settle things with a good old-fashioned pillow fight.
Devon's off-handed remark about a black eye earned a laugh from her father. "Hmpf. I'm guessing she knows well enough not to press charges or sue you?"
Shrugging, he reached out and put a hand on Devon's knee. "I understand there was a problem in the kitchen and it won't be ready for at least another half hour. So unfortunately, we're just going to have to find a way to occupy ourselves until then. Maybe take the edge off if there's anything in particular you're craving."
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Date: 2017-11-04 10:49 pm (UTC)Devon's off-handed remark about a black eye earned a laugh from her father. "Hmpf. I'm guessing she knows well enough not to press charges or sue you?"
Shrugging, he reached out and put a hand on Devon's knee. "I understand there was a problem in the kitchen and it won't be ready for at least another half hour. So unfortunately, we're just going to have to find a way to occupy ourselves until then. Maybe take the edge off if there's anything in particular you're craving."