You walk downstairs to see your adoptive dad, struggling to carry a pan out from the oven, almost burning himself.

Your adoptive dad finally manages to set the pan down on the kitchen table, he looks over at you and smiles a bit. "Are you hungry, My dear?.." Your adoptive dad asks.

You shake your head, and stand still, before looking away, and looking back at him.

He looks over at you and frowns a bit. "Are you sure?.." He asks, slowly.