take a sip

He'd caught glances of his children but hadn't really gotten to know them on a one to one basis. Ronan found himself unsure what to do, his brows furrowing as he regarded the girl, his tongue strangely heavy in his mouth. If he was a better man his daughter would know him by now, she'd feel safe enough to be quite so wary. But as things stood she had every right to take that approach, he would have been more bothered if she hadn't.

"Well met then."Because he was being nice, or trying to be.

But her coat did throw him a little, least it did till he realised his linage was as muddled and mutty as could be, with all sorts of flavours thrown into the mix. Even without his neon colours she had enough other in her to make it obvious enough.

"I'm Ronan your- hm."He didn't think just blurting it out like that was the best approach, so he spoke differently. "Drinking. Does your Mother know you're out here?"