Chapter 60: Knight in shining armor
"Are you sure you're not ill, and the sickness isn't terminal?" Frudi asked, raising an eyebrow. "Since when are you concerned with my hair color? And how can I be silver by birth? I did this color because it goes pretty well with my eye color."
Cisco chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, God, no, no, no, no, I am not having this conversation with you," Frudi said, throwing up her hands in exasperation.
But Cisco persisted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Come on, I'm asking you a question, you should answer your dad."
Frudi looked at him, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Well, if my dad was someone like maybe Tristan, I would actually answer my dad."
Cisco's eyes narrowed, his interest piqued. "What do you mean if your dad was like Tristan?"
