Remy let the words hang in the air as he weighed them. The smiled, his red eyes seeming to glow even more as he did.

"Yeah, you're tellin' de truth. I had to know. Betsy already likes you but I had to know for m'self." Remy told her.

"Welcome to the family, Kayla." he said, leaning over to hug his daughter's girlfriend.

"Brianna can be real...British sometimes, like her mother. But she's cajun at her core. Just put jambalaya in front of her and watch all those manners go out the window." he laughed.

"Now I see you can bake. But what about cookin'? Maybe we should make a pot of jambalaya together?"