I just give her a wary look, unable to keep smiling because I've seen so much worse in my own home and not from family. I shake her hand and nod. "David Kenyon Webster. Most go for the second, Mathias went for the third," I note ruefully with a broad grin. "And my parents had high hopes. Hence why I was Harvard bound."

"Mathias mentioned you!" I say with great delight. "I was hoping to meet you at some point." Better now than never.