"Daww," He lets out alittle noise of endearment. "That's what my youngest says, too!" But then his tone gets deadpan. "I sure hope I remind her of home though, because she lives with me." He stifles a laugh at his horrible joke, and then bendy-straws more of that drink down. Beach resorts are such treasures.

"So, you adjusting to everything okay, Miss..." Shit. He forgot her name, he forgot her entire name and just remembered that she looks fun! It was something sweet. Fruit? No. HONEY. Honey what?! There's the briefest flash of stress on his face. "Honey... bunch?"

That's wrong, that's so wrong. His kids can probably sense that he's being a fool, and they're not gonna let him hear the end of it on their next call. So he just. Slurps more of that drink. And visibly crosses his fingers.