Angela purses her lips. "I'm not a big fan of this whole superhero thing, but yeah, Resie can learn a thing or two. Always was quick on the pick-up, papa was the same way. Sharp man."

She goes to the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of Sangria and pouring herself a glass. She takes a sip before setting the bottle down in the center of the table. "Well, I do have one last thing before I stop hassling you, Caleb. We're not bad people, none of us. We live a different life, and I apologize if it's complicated matters for you. I don't expect you to understand it, or condone it, but it's the way things are. Roary knows that, and I hope you realize that's not going to change. The last thing I want to do is make Roary choose."