"Yes, dad," she says in a taunting sing-song.

Because yeah, definitely not feeling all that familial toward him. Dammit, Tex.

She grins. "Soup! I can't wait for it. I've wanted soup forever... Oh, see, now I'm jealous. You get to go to work tomorrow." Her smile has a wry moment before becoming enthusiastic again. "Still mostly just training since you're in your first month?"