"Don't tell me you've never had a pancake before, Derry! They're delicious! Don't your parents...erm...
Well, I'll have to invite you over to my house this weekend...my Dad is due back in a day. He can't cook-he leaves that up me-but, he always brings me something good to eat when he comes back from his research trips, and we could share a bite...last time he brought me fried and breaded salmalon sandwiches from the strings lake he was studying. Ooh, they were so tasty.
Anyway, I'd think he would like to meet you." She commented, a bit airily.
Beth was thinking about her father. Whenever she asked him something, he always answered as best he could. He seemed to know lots of things...and liked learning even more. She had inherited the same desires, though perhaps more pragmatic than he.
He was often sad, Bethany thought, though he tried not to show it. She couldn't remember her mom (she had gone to Heaven), but she knew her father thought about that alot, maybe too much. He traveled alot, and went to many places. Like being home sometimes hurt him...but, he always came back with a big smile and a warm hug.
Her father in all ways seemed happiest and most sad when he was with his daughter, and she liked that just fine, though she couldn't completely understand it. Breakfasts, ball games, flight practice, 'adventurer' training, picnics, workshopping together. It was a good life, just the two of them. Sometimes she felt like the love in her heart for him would just burn her up one day. Like it was too much, but that was all right.
...
She had indeed once asked him about Derry, in an off hand fashion, why he could be so angry at times-ready to fight everything, and everyone. He hadn't answered...not fully. Just said that not everyone was lucky enough to have people that loved them, as much as he did her. He had said these words very sadly, and after that...
Bethany had always tried to be Derrys friend. Because she thought, her father had been saying he needed one.