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Grayday raised an eyebrow - he knew exactly what Dawn had been about to say, if only by virtue of assuming she'd say it in the first place. Fortunately for them both, it was the brow that was turned away from his daughter, and thus, they were both spared whatever conversations or hurt feelings that might've sparked from the gesture. Either way, Dawn quickly smoothed over any awkwardness with her easy acceptance of her father's new status as not-a-bachelor.

The father simply quirked a smile. There was no way to answer that question to Dawn's satisfaction. Not that he knew of, at least. "I'm bound to get it right one of these days," he said instead, knowing that the words would likely be just as good to Dawn as the many platitudes he might've spouted instead. "And at least I'm doing it right, this time. Married first, kids later - if at all." He wilted a bit, then. "But I don't know if that's in the cards."