"As I said, I'm not very picky. And... Reed isn't much of a cook and Franklin isn't either." She offers a tried smile. She's lost her touch to be honest, still adapting from the loss of so many years.

"Perfect. You can get whatever you want at a diner. Ice cream, pie, fish, breakfast." A wider grin to tease as she begins to see more of his father. Odd to see the young man's complexion is so far. Namor is fairer than her.