"So, I hear you're dating my daughter."

The stuffing, which had been so delightful and moist, now felt like an expansive desert spilling down his throat. Kenny blinked and took a drink from his water glass, eyes switching to Wendy. She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Y-yes, sir. I'm sorry I didn't ask...for your permission...?" he asked, voice faltering. The table fell silent. Wendy snorted, covering her nose with her hand. Kenny cocked his head to the side, before clearing his throat and returning to his meal. "L-lovely breasts, Mrs Testaburger."

Wendy snorted again, giggling like a mad school girl.

"Oh," the aging woman said softly, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "Thank you, Kenny." He bobbed his head, eyes flicking between Erin and her husband.

Dave Testaburger had been sitting stoically since Kenny admittance to the accusation, though he thawed slightly and raised a brow. "How are you treating my daughter?"

Kenny didn't even pause for deliberation. "Better than you are."

The temperature shot down to zero degrees.

"Excuse me?" he asked, voice frosty. His eyes narrowed.

"I said 'Better than you are.' And it's the truth. You do jack-shit for your daughter." Kenny slammed his silverware down, the clattering on the porcelain causing the frail Erin to startle. "Whoop-dee-fucking-doo: you put a roof over her head. But do you let her eat your food? No. Do you ask her how her day was, ask how school's going? No. Did you fucking comfort her when she was diagnosed? No! Not at all! Thanks for birthing her, but that's all the fuck you've done. She deserves a hell of a lot better than what you've given her."

Kenny huffed as if he were an enraged bull, storming out of the house with the might of his fury. The bang of the door silenced everyone once more.

Wendy stood, walking around the table to embrace her father.

Dave chuckled. "I like him."

"So do I," Wendy murmured, a grin spreading across her face. "Thanks, papa. Thanks, mama."

The edges of Erin's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Any time. Enjoy your life, dear. And have a happy Thanksgiving."

Wendy nodded, grabbing her coat of the rack.

The old couple heard a car start and pull out of the driveway. They turned to each other, Dave holding his wife's delicate hand in his own.

"They remind me of us," Erin voiced softly.

"Yeah," Dave answered. "They do."

AN: Happy Turkey Day! Ignore all the OOC in this. :P