[She titters at his response as she ushers them to the table, pleased.] Well, I'd think he would have better things to talk about than his mother! Right, Hilbert?
[Hilbert rolls with it and just shrugs, focusing instead on making sure he sits next to Emmet. It's hard to get ruffled when there's food in front of him.]
Thanks for brunch, Dad. [can he eat it now. (His father laughs. Yes, yes, you're welcome; and go ahead and eat, he knows you're eager.)]
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[Hilbert rolls with it and just shrugs, focusing instead on making sure he sits next to Emmet. It's hard to get ruffled when there's food in front of him.]
Thanks for brunch, Dad. [can he eat it now. (His father laughs. Yes, yes, you're welcome; and go ahead and eat, he knows you're eager.)]