[Cool Limo]

It's tough to define what Fettina's father does as he takes in Cantata in turn. The best word one could use to describe it is 'cataloging'. Like she's being neatly checked, filed, and boxed. The smallest tick of his smile softens him a little again, and he seems to acknowledge her differing communicative needs with a nod.

"So I hear there is to be a wedding. Or... two weddings. Did I hear that right?" asks the elder man.

"And you thought you would, what? Just drop by without a heads up?" Tina says, trying to keep the innate hostility there to a minimum. "How did you even hear about this?"

"If I'd given notice, would you have seen me?" The old man challenges.

Fettina pouts and throws her gaze aside, folding her arms with a clank. Her old man looks at Tina's metal skin with a few more lines showing in his face. "You didn't even tell me about this."