They walked into the restaurant at a snail's pace. Veronica looked around, fidgeting a little, she half-expect to see Ashton Kutcher jump and loudly proclaim, 'You've been Punk'd!' followed by several members of his camera crew. However, she saw nothing like that, Logan observed her take a deep, dooms day-like breath and he reach for her hand.

It really is a hard knocked life for us.

The restaurant was your typical family friendly restaurant, except they'd work hard at creating a Wild West theme, something Veronica would've typically avoided like the plague; but she'd picked it for Hunter. The walls were done in scorched woods, cowboys rousting cattle spread across the walls, the curtains were done in hide print and the occasional Alan Jackson tune belted out from an ancient radio.

I guess John Wayne is late.

Logan sat down beside her and surveyed the room, across at the bar they could see a round-faced man in a check shirt cleaning glasses, trying to out-do the radio with his rendition of "Gone Country."

Logan gave her a mystified look.

She offered him an apologetic smile, 'Think of it as Disneyland,'

'For the record, I don't think anyone sings in that pitch in Frontierland or Critter Country,'

'I don't know, Br'er Rabbit don't have the best pipes,' She mocked a Southern drawl, suddenly catching sight of her mother across the restaurant.

They made their way over to the table, Hunter firmly clasping his mother's hand, as they took their seats across from the couple.

'Hey Honey,' Lianne turned in Logan's direction and nodded subdued. 'Hi Logan,'

'Hi-Lianne,' He'd struggled to decide what to call her.

Let the Seventy Fourth Hunger Games Begin.

'Hey Hunter,' Veronica smiled wide, 'Remember how you wanted me to bring Logan? That's him, say hi,'

'Hi,' Hunter smiled, through his tousled hair.

Logan gave him a grin back.

'Where's Dad?'

'Oh he'll be in, in a minute…'

Minutes passed and the conversation descended into silence.

And there you have it folks, my mother, the nurturing matriarch.

'Do you wanna colour-in?' The round-faced man bent down beside Hunter.

Hunter looked up at Lianne for approval, 'It's up to you, honey, do you want to colour?'

'YEAH!' Hunter bubbled.

'I was hopin' I'd hear you say that,' He attempted an accent before pulling out a box of crayons and a few loose sheets of cowboy colour pages.

Veronica cringed.

'Thanks,' Hunter gave him a gentlemanly nod in return.

'No problem, Sheriff,'

Logan eyed her playfully, 'Doesn't it remind you of Disneyland?'

'What?' Lianne added perplexed.

'You know, Alan Jackson, rousting cowboys, peach cobbler, doesn't that seem… I don't know strangely like Frontierland to you?'

'Yeah, if Frontierland is filled with men with beer guts,' Lianne countered.

'Huh,' Logan pretended to considered it; but he'd made his point.

Keith walked in. His eyes reached across to where his daughter sat and he trudged over to the table.

'Is this seat free, Calamity Jane?' Keith eyed Veronica, shuffling into his seat.

'It's culture, Dad,' Her eyes rested on Hunter 'Are we going to order?'

Logan had resigned himself to keeping as quiet as possible. Lianne looked off wearily in the distance, Hunter colored, and Keith seemed to be the only actively present individual in the room. "Ring of Fire" began to play.

The man in black was right, love is a burning thing, no matter how you look at it.

'Honey?'

'Huh?' She was suddenly jolted out of her train of thought, 'What, Dad?'

'What are you ordering?' He passed her a menu.

She perused it for a few seconds, 'Fried chicken, you?'

'Chicken wings, what about you, Lianne?'

'Oh-uh,' She grabbed at the menu and frantically sifted through it, 'I'll just get a salad,'

'I am thinking pulled pork,' Logan added.

Keith nodded.

'And what about you, little dude?' Veronica offered Hunter a menu.

'Can I get the catfish nuggets?' He asked wide-eyed.

Look at that, even excited at the prospect of deep fried fish, he's like a kid at Christmas.

'Sure,'

'I'll go up and order,' Keith motioned towards the counter.

'No, Dad, it's-'

'Yeah, I can cover it?' Logan reached for his wallet.

But he waved them off, 'It's fine, it's on me, I'll be right back,'

Veronica sighed. She was suddenly reminded of how she need to discuss Mac's pay with her Dad. The thought unsettled her and with every coming statement, she was waiting for the electricity to be out or the power turned off. They could only live off their savings so long.

'So Logan, what do you do now? Lianne offered.

'Armed forces,'

Surprise quickly fell across her face like falling confetti.

Here she was thinking he was working for Calvin Klein. Well that or the Kardashians.