(Dick can't stop the actual snort of laughter that comes at Nix's next words. Asking if he could hire his mother, well, that certainly is funny. But at the same time, he understands, to a point. He's not heard too much of Nix's upbringing, not in serious at least. It usually came through with little comments as above, with how sandwiches were supposed to be cut, and frilly foods at a kids party. It makes him wonder if Nix have ever gotten the chance to really be a kid, with all that followed. One night he's referred to himself as Mrs.Nixon's Baby Boy, and Dick couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever let him climb trees, play until it was dark outside, skin his knee. All things regular kids did.

He stands again when his boots are done, and shrugs his shoulders a bit.) I'll write to her and ask for you. She was pleased you liked her cookies, even if she thought you were praising them too much. I bet she blushed when she read the letter.

Will I be invited to your party? I haven't played Drop the Handkerchief in years.