Meanwhile, Dad continues on her grill quest, still somewhat intimidated by her peer- the contest of who’s more skilled has an obvious winner, Devil pulling tools and spices out of the air with ease. Even so, Dad is doing her best, and her results aren’t looking too shabby.
Devil hums to herself as she works, asking Dad how she feels about this whole…dating thing. Dad shrugs, saying that it looks pretty fun, and that she’s happy if Primus is happy.
The flesh type nods, asking if she would have any interest in doing such a thing…not with Devil herself, of course. She’s far too preoccupied at the moment, what with the whole conflict going on, and…other distractions. But! Did Dad happen to have a sweetheart, perchance? Someone beloved?
Well, maybe. It’s kinda hard to read sometimes, but she’s got somebody she wants to spend a lot of time with, yknow? Someone that feels…right, to be around. Dad just wants to see her happy, and she figures that’s gotta be worth something. Hard to tell if it’s actually reciprocated, but hey; worth thinking about-