Jennie lifted her gaze and blinked, responding, "Yeah, but it's pretty easy."

"Alright."

“Uncle, am I heading home? I'd love to join the party." Jennie tugged at Tyrone's arm, pleadingly.

“Jennie, listen to me. I'll drop you off first. And I promise to get you a cake on my way back."

“But I'm not in the mood for cake. I want to go to the party."