“Stinky Dad, that actually makes sense,” Elliot said, rubbing the sore spot on his head.

Jonathan murmured his agreement. “Mm.”

He gave a small nod to show he meant it.

Nathaniel sat down. “Eat up. Before you start liking someone else’s daughter, make sure she likes you back.”

Elliot puffed up with confidence. “With faces like ours, who wouldn’t?”

Cecilia laughed again.

Men—young or grown—were all just as vain.