"Dunno. Had a nice cadence." Tony idly wondered if they had The Brady Bunch VHSes at the library as he set the bottle to the side to attend to his dinner. The noodles were extremely soft to the point of mushiness as he scooped them into a bowl.

The burn of the whiskey had settled well in his chest and was muddling his brain, chipping away at his emotional wall. "I'd make a good dad."