[ Emma looks extremely comfortable, in her long shirt. It's a shade of white that suits her, with the words Ask me about my father written quite elegantly. It's tolerable enough — parental issues, she thinks, are not that wholly unique and therefore not striking. ]
Oh, I'm certain.
[ She smiles at Max, and unfolds herself from her satisfied position to something more welcoming, and pats the seat next to her. ]
ask me about.
Oh, I'm certain.
[ She smiles at Max, and unfolds herself from her satisfied position to something more welcoming, and pats the seat next to her. ]
Sit down, dear.