The next day Verne still couldn't grasp why he wasn't feeling as much hatred towards Emmett as before. He needed to clear his mind, to focus on his real dad. When his mom wasn't busy he sat beside her and as innocently as he could asked, "Hey mom?"
Trixie looked over and smiled gently. "Yes sweetie?"
" Can you tell me how you met da-...Kid?"
Trixie blinked, surprised at his sudden interest in her boyfriend. "Well, our story ain't so The Docks of New York, but okay….I always wanted to be a singer, and well I wasn't gettin' too many job offers, until Kid heard me sing. He said I could sing for his 'special club'...problem is he didn't tell me it ain't a paid job…."
Verne frowned. He wasn't aware she didn't even get paid.
"Then we kinda started flirting and we became a thing." She finished.
"Oh...um that's uh…"
Trixie frowned and bit her lip. "Yeah, I know, like I said not so romantic."
Verne was practically zoned out, trying to think through this story. He'd thought that they'd been a perfect couple, as compatible as his fake parents had been. He wasn't really doubting this was the case, but he seemed to find it odd their love story wasn't as epic as Doc and Clara's. However he couldn't place the lack of payment into their relationship being healthy.
"It's...cute…" Verne forced himself to say, trying more to reassure himself than compliment the meeting.
"Yeah…" Trixie seemed glazed as she stared in front of her. A minute passed. "You hungry?"
"Yeah I'm starving." Verne said, excited for the subject change.
"Let's go get something to eat."
"Well...atleast he's still a good dad…"