"You're adopted, right?" Brice questions momentarily, stopping in his tracks. His question catches the brunet off guard; he splutters a bit, chuckling.

"...Yeah? Why do you—"

The blond turns, hollering as he waves his arms, "HELLO MISTER AND MISSUS DAHLBERG!"

"Oh my god, Brice, please stop—"

"I'M BRICE SOLACE! YOU BAKED US COOKIES ONCE!"

"Brice, you need to shut—"

"I LOVE YOUR SON!"

"Brice—!"

"—IN A TOTALLY NON-HOMO WAY!"