At that thought, he sighed and said, "I never should have let you spend every day with all those disciples. It made you think they're nothing special."
Rowan Forrest replied, "But the disciples *are* just average-looking. And they're all skinny as bamboo poles, how can they compare to Brother Rook? Dad, just because Mom fell for you even though you're a stick yourself, doesn't mean I have to find someone exactly like you."
William Forrest clutched his chest. 'That's my daughter, alright.' At a loss for words, Elder Forrest couldn't help but say, "Daughter, has it ever occurred to you that my looks might be what's considered normal?" What wasn't normal was his daughter's taste in men.
Rowan Forrest stared at him, then reached out and patted his shoulder. "Dad, you're too skinny. You should eat more."
William Forrest: "..."
He felt a mouthful of blood welling up in his chest, caught between being coughed up and swallowed down. The feeling was agonizing.
'Forget it!'
