Jesse avoids making eye contact as Hughes describes his daughter's antics with her mother. A hand rasps over his stubble and he looks pointedly at the bagged bottle at the table, but he knows it's long since empty.

"Fair enough. But!" He points a finger for emphasis. "Mind your age gap! I've got nine years between mine and that's just fine if you want the elder to help look after the younger. Otherwise ... better get to work!"