"I didn't say that, oh my gooood," she whines back, pulling a face. "But I've lived with you for almost eighteen years! There are other people to meet, dad."

She laughs, light, and turns, hand leaning on the island, to peek at J. "Juicy's always got my back," she agrees, and lets them argue about bug cages.

"You know I can give him a hand, right," she says. Then, a beat. "You? Not holding grudges? I'd never hear the end of it!" (Hypocrisy in action, but hey.)