[ Wow, hey, put down the steel chair! ... So thinketh the pigeon who picked it up and practically handed it to him. There's a very brief, easily missed stutter in her breathing; a gap where a chirp may have been. But she smiles back at him, soft and warm like he personally hung the moon in the sky, so clearly she's not upset. ]

Right back at you. [ She's his daughter, he's her dad, she would still tie herself into some incredible pretzels in the name of supporting him. Love Papaque. ]

[ She smiles at Lucifer as well, relieved and grateful and trying very, very hard not to let Birdensome Feelings get the better of her. ]

Thank you. Again. I … [ She shakes her head, chuckling faintly. ] I know it's, all this is a lot … so — thank you. [ Which brings them on to timing. ]

Prob'ly should avoid mornings before I work ... [ and her weekly sessions with her regular therapist ] But other than that, I'm up for trying whenever you guys are.