<strong>"Thanks."</strong>Avery mumbled around a bite of burger as she took the glass of water. He knew her well, obviously.<strong>"I'm not that big, am I?"</strong>Avery pouted, her fingers moving to pinch the taunt skin of her flat stomach, her eyes searching her father's to make sure he was joking. His approval was everything to her. If he said she was too fat, she would diet. It was a slightly dangerous dynamic, but she trusted her father to say the right things most of the time.<strong>"I still love them. It's kind of a nostalgia thing, I guess."</strong>