[ W I N C E. Look, he suspected his girl was sneaking out of school for lunch, but he didn't want it confirmed like that! ]
Well... Can't say I didn't do the same when I was their age.
[ Seriously, he was a terrible student. Sometimes he thinks the things that happen at work are like... Karma. Cosmic payback.
That or maybe one of his old teachers cursed him. Maybe Mr. Richards. God he made that man's life a living hell...
In any case, it's kind of a relief to hear Cam admit that his daughter might break the rules sometimes. Makes him seem more human, and less like a very well-dressed amalgamation of every type of parent Jeff fears.
So he shoots Cam another smile, relaxing more in his seat, just in time for the server to come bearing food. It's an immediate distraction, his hunger dialing up to 11 at the sight of food. He's staring at the various offerings with obvious interest, taking an extra beat before he registers the question. ]
Ah... If you're having some, I won't say no to a glass. [ That's a good answer, right? He doesn't feel so much like he's walking on eggshells anymore, but it's always a tricky thing, figuring out how much is polite to eat or drink on another person's dime. ] But don't make me pick. I don't really know my way around wine. What's good, what's not. [ Another beat, before he admits: ] I usually just pick the cheapest one with the most interesting looking label.
[ Sooo it's probably pretty obvious that he has a tendency to keep talking until he's stopped. ]
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Well... Can't say I didn't do the same when I was their age.
[ Seriously, he was a terrible student. Sometimes he thinks the things that happen at work are like... Karma. Cosmic payback.
That or maybe one of his old teachers cursed him. Maybe Mr. Richards. God he made that man's life a living hell...
In any case, it's kind of a relief to hear Cam admit that his daughter might break the rules sometimes. Makes him seem more human, and less like a very well-dressed amalgamation of every type of parent Jeff fears.
So he shoots Cam another smile, relaxing more in his seat, just in time for the server to come bearing food. It's an immediate distraction, his hunger dialing up to 11 at the sight of food. He's staring at the various offerings with obvious interest, taking an extra beat before he registers the question. ]
Ah... If you're having some, I won't say no to a glass. [ That's a good answer, right? He doesn't feel so much like he's walking on eggshells anymore, but it's always a tricky thing, figuring out how much is polite to eat or drink on another person's dime. ] But don't make me pick. I don't really know my way around wine. What's good, what's not. [ Another beat, before he admits: ] I usually just pick the cheapest one with the most interesting looking label.
[ Sooo it's probably pretty obvious that he has a tendency to keep talking until he's stopped. ]