"Well duh I have a hot dad. I got my genes someplace, didn't I?"

Crysta grins, a little too amused by this situation to be kind. She does feel a little bad for Zeke. One should not be held so directly responsible for horny teenage impulses a decade and a half later. She doesn't wait, after all, and instead sits down beside him on the roof, placing a paper plate with a large piece of Enoch's birthday cake beside him as greeting. Mostly in case he has been too full of regret for food, today.

"But he's like. Way stupid. He still thinks Enoch's gonna marry a girl. And he only has one private jet. Looks aren't everything."