"Birdie boy?"

"Yeah, Ro?" They'd exited into the lobby and Ronan was swinging their joined hands while Raven locked up.

"You were so wrong, birdie."

Pausing, a thick black eyebrow lifting, a smirk tugged his lips. "I ain't never wrong. I'm Alaways-right-man. Makes taking left turns a pain in the ass, but still means I'm all right."

Ronan blinked. "Huh?"

"Never mind, babes." He pocketed the keys. "What was I wrong about?"

"You said you'd not be a good Daddy, birdie. You're wrong. You're a nice Daddy. The best Daddy. You not shouty like Da-- like Ad-dumb. And you do Just Dance with your Wo-Wo and give me yummy jumpy...