"Snacks. And cookies." Gerald repeats with an intrigued expression, nodding with feigned seriousness.
"To combine an expertise of snacks, cookies, and homes...you truly have a diverse skill-set. The family is honored by your presence, young May."
I cover my mouth with the back of my hand, smothering a soft laugh.
Seeing such a dignified man responding so naturally to my - to...to May is adorable.
But I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise, either. For all intents and purposes, while Lucas calls Gerald 'uncle', from what I understand, Gerald was much like Roland is to myself and Talia, but to Lucas and Eliza.
And if Gerald had the patience for Lucas at a young age...
Mmh.
He could definitely handle kids well.
"Exactly!" She pats him on the shoulder as imperiously as she can clearly manage. "We're in a serious...s'per-serious time...of judgement."
