<span style="font-size: 15px">For a second, Chris was confused, but then he continued and yeah, that made sense now. He was honestly touched by the concern, a little disconcerted by how he did manage to overstep, but not angry about it, more like amused and appreciative. It's better to be safe than sorry, he knew that pretty well. <br/>
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"Yeah, we do eat out a lot. Or I try to keep things he can eat himself. His mom, uh, she doesn't cook so I have poptarts and cereal and, well, stuff he can make because she can't be... because..." he made a motion with his head, as if he truly forgot what he was saying, although it was clearly a cover. "Sorry, lost my train of thought there. If you're willing to invite us into your home we're more than grateful. That's not something that's done very often. Well, Brock eats with his friends all the time, but," he paused again, unsure how to speak all of the sudden. This man just invited him into his house because he was concerned about Brock's eating habits. Was his this interested and careful with all of his students? He wasn't sure, but he was glad that someone was able to notice these things, really, he could help a lot of people this way, just by being kind and mindful. <br/>
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"But that'd be really nice, what do you say Brock?" <br/>
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"I say he--ck yeah." <br/>
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"Good save, buddy." He would worry about his child when he started to actually start cursing, for now, he was testing the waters and honestly, cursing is said to help relieve anxiety and stress, so as long as he kept it in his room and away from the other kids, he wasn't going to stop him -- although if he went around using 'F' word or other things, well, he'd take that as a problem, but 'hell' and 'heck' were totally okay in his books. "We'd love to join you for dinner, thank you. Should we follow your car, or how do you want to do this?" </span>