French fry

Kaylee continues to watch Trey intently as he prepares to come with them. His question brings another smile to her face. "No."

Cindy grins. "I guess that answers that. Looks like we'll just have to pick a random spot then."

Making sure Trey followed, Cindy heads up and out the back way, avoiding the upper level entirely. She knew Jason was working today - she'd seen his truck - and she'd just as soon see him when she got back instead of now. She didn't want to make this any more awkward for Trey than it already was.

Getting out to the car, she gets Kaylee settled in the back in her car seat before sliding in behind the wheel. Waiting for Trey before pulling out, she looks left and right down the street, then shrugs, turning left.

It was a quiet ride, and quiet, but not too long, so the awkwardness didn't last very long either. Finding a quiet little diner, Cindy continues to lead the way until they were seated at a quiet corner booth, Kaylee at the end of the table in a high chair...

"...So I was pretty much on my own." Cindy takes a sip of her water, trying to mix light conversation with some explanations as well. Trey only had the short version of her past. "I'd made a mistake with Derek, for sure, but having my family react the way they did..." She shakes her head. "I vowed never to be like them. Struggling on my own wasn't fun, especially after I had a baby to care for." Sighing, she leaves the second half of her sandwich for now. "I only wish I would have known about you. I would have fought tooth and toenail to get you back."

"Ahh!" Kaylee squeals and tosses a french fry at Trey, interrupting the conversation.

Cindy tries not to laugh, and looks at her daughter sternly. "Kaylee... we don't throw our food. You know that."

Kaylee recoils slightly, bending her head, but at the same time, she looks at Trey with a mischievous grin. Stuffing a squished fry into her mouth, she giggles, part of her mouthful falling onto her bib.