Noelle was just in the hospital room, sitting on the bed where her father is, seeming to play a game on a portable handheld console, her father seeming to know the game

Noelle: "Silver Drake?" I've never beaten this boss before . . .

Mr Holiday: Alright, hand it over, honey! I got this!

Noelle: No, dad! This is my battle! She says jokingly . . . So, um, how about just telling me what to do???

Mr Holiday: Haha, sure! How about trying Fireshock?

Noelle: I'd love to, dad, but the mage left the party.

Mr Holiday: Oh yeah. How about one of your 99 Blaze Potions?

Noelle: Umm, I'm saving those?

Mr Holiday: For what? Your birthday? C'mon, live a little!

Noelle: OK, dad! This one's for you! . . . She stares at the screen for a bit . . . It. . . reflects fire attacks.

Mr Holiday: Hahaha! Whoops - hey, you gotta heal!

Noelle: I wish I knew healing magic in real life. Then I'd make you better and. . . It wouldn't't. . . just be me and mom.

Mr Holiday: . . . . . Your mother is. . . Hey, it's okay, sweetheart. I'm getting better. Might even be able to go to church tomorrow.

Noelle: . . . really? Are you. . . sure you're okay?

Mr Holiday: "Holidays happen whether you like it or not!"

Noelle: "Even though everyone likes holidays." . . . Well, gotta go home soon or mom will call. She pockets the console, gets off the bed and turns towards her dad

Mr Holiday: See you tomorrow, honey.

Noelle: Bye, dad! Love you too!

Noelle turns to exit, only to find out that Kris and Susie had been watching the whole time. Noelle is now in shock and embarrassed, whilst Mr Holiday doesn't mind anything, still keeping his grin he had for years