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Hypothetically speaking, Kira knew people had to find her dad lovable for her to exist.
He'd been married once. He'd somehow managed an entire relationship, complete with all the complicated parts that came with it.
People didn't just appear out of thin air, after all.
It was just—
She peered over the rim of her cup at the stranger who kept glancing toward her father while Edgin stumbled his way through serving customers.
Something about paying off a debt their latest loot—ahem, borrowing of treasure—hadn't entirely covered.
The man looked like he'd stepped straight out of one of Holga's stories.
Like Simon when he actually knew what he was doing.
Like Doric in the middle of a transformation.
Like a hero.
Which was why Kira couldn't stop wondering why he wanted to court Edgin.
Don't get her wrong. She loved her dad.
Thought the world of him, even.
But—
Her face scrunched as Edgin tripped over a stool.
The stranger's eyes sparkled.
This was the same man who treated planning as a suggestion and relied on charm whenever common sense failed him.
Kira turned to Holga, hoping for an explanation.
Surely the barbarian could make sense of this.
"...I don't understand it either, bug," Holga admitted after a long sip of beer.
Kira groaned.
Great.
Now there were two of them.