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Their car ride had mostly remained quiet, Gosalyn next to him as she bopped her head along to the music blasting through her headphones.
Drake cringed, glancing sideways at her as he stopped at the light, the heavy rock beat was so loud that he could hear it despite his own music that played through the Bluetooth connection on his car.
“Uh, hey, Gos.” He tried, raising his voice just slightly to, hopefully, be heard over the music. Somehow, Gosalyn must have heard him, her eyes opening as her emerald gaze glanced over at him, an eyebrow raising and disappearing in the mess of scarlet curls. “Why don’t we turn the music down?” He suggested, reaching for the volume dial on the dash and lowering his own in the hopes that Gosalyn would mirror him. “Maybe talk a little bit?” He suggested in its place.
She huffed silently, bringing her headphones down so they rested around her neck, “So.” Drake prompted, “You liking it so far?” he asked, unsure what exactly it was that he was referring to. The new hockey team? The new house? The new school?
“Yeah.” Was her only response. Drake sighed, capturing the Beagle Boys was easier than trying to talk to his preteen newly adopted daughter. “I do have a question, though.” She continued, and Drake perked up more, a smile spreading across his face as he nodded for her to continue on, not wanting to spook her by voicing it aloud. “Why does Launchpad call you baby girl?” She asked.
Drake’s smile disappeared faster than a speckle of sunshine in St. Canard. His jaw set hard as he tried to recall when exactly she might have heard Launchpad say that. He pursed his bill for a moment before responding, “How about we stop talking for a little while.” and he watched as Gosalyn smirked, a choked off laugh escaping her beak before she quickly turned to look out the window, sliding her headphones back over her head and her music resuming with the same volume as before.