Nikau started filling his own plate with food, certainly a more generous helping of it, and grabbed two forks from the drawer. He knew of single fathers where the children had to take responsibilities beyond their age because the father was an overgrown child who didn't take care of anything, knew of fathers who thought takeout every night was an ideal way to raise a child, and he felt satisfied that he wasn't like that. He'd not been around as much as he would have liked before the divorce, sure, but he was more put together than many people he knew, his age or otherwise, and he hoped to transmit it to his daughter.
As it was, the teenager didn't complain about things like pouring juice, and hopefully she wouldn't complain too much about doing the dishes with him. Sure, it could be done by magic, but there was father-daughter bonding to be had in boring chores as well.
'Not much longer now, eh? Doesn't hurt to learn to do things by hand first, though, pet.' He shoveled a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, washing it down with the apple juice. 'Sleep well?'
He scooped up some beans onto his toast, and took a bite out of that. His appetite in the morning was ravenous. 'I know you didn't want to talk about it last night, but how's school been treating you?' Nikau wrote Huia every week, and she replied most of the time, but he still missed his kid when she wasn't there, and he was still greedy for any detail she wanted to spare. 'Did, uh, Daisy, no, not Daisy. Oh, bugger, you know who I'm talking about. Anyway, that girl in your dorm, did she end up getting with the Ravenclaw boy, then?' Huia seemed to have an endless amount of friends and acquaintances, and even with the best intentions of the universe, her dad found it hard to keep track. But he was always interested.
Stand up and fight
Stand up and look into the light