"Great," she released him before remembering. She'd had so much on her mind recently. "I told my folks I'd drag you over. I may have inadvertently suggested for you to have a cooking battle with my father. He really wants to do the dad speech. I think with three girls, it's one of his great joys." She smiled again, "but no rush. Whenever. I'm sure they'll be willing to repay you in embarrassing teenage pictures."