Corvin Estate, New Thessalonica, Planet Yuma, Coronado
evening of 12 Sept. 824 A.S.
Peter took the innocent and simple interpretation of Ben's question to mind... He thought for a second, then replied gleefully. "Well, dad likes pLetty much everyone. And your mom seems nice too. So yeah, i guess?" Still unaware of the full situation between his father and Doreen, Peter was simply thinking that it was getting late and he would've liked to at least hear from his dad. Giving it some extra thought... he jumped upwards and extended his hand to Ben so he could rise as well. "Wanna call them? I don't think aunt LaLa would mind."
New Corinth, Planet Yuma, Coronado
evening of 12 Sept. 824 A.S.
Tons of lovely chatter later... the food was done, glasses of beverage almost empty... and chemistry flowing... The night was perfect. Erik stood from his chair and took Doreen's hand, pulling her gently towards the restaurant's windows above the water. Leaning forward on the windowsill, he kept his gaze fixed on Doreen. "Speaking of Ben... " - he began with a weary voice, not wanting to bring Doreen down. He knew already that her son was adjusting well to the life on Yuma. Ben seemed perfectly happy on the outside, but Erik was curious. "Does he know of his father?"