Okay, so I guess you're playing the scary dad roll when I go on a date in college, huh? Stand behind me in the dorm doorway looking ominous, holding a fireball?

[She couldn't hide her laugh at that, really. It helped that for as nice as Yukiko usually seemed, Eleanor knew what her temper could be like to.]

I'm not, I'm not. You don't even know her, you know, she could be very nice. [She was, really. If a little unsettling sometimes.]