"Oh, I don't know. I seem to recall Hadyn's idea of a good mean was a salad." He loved his dad, but Hadyn was a bit of a bird when it came to food. Ty could remember watching him eat off and on all day long- and yet it was nothing big. Just little bits of salads, tomatoes, some soup, whatever was around.

"Steak sounds good." He said, nodding. "I can probably convince him not to argue with it. He's kind of a push over at times." Hadyn, honestly, spent most of Ty's childhood try not to let his temper get to the best of him. Izak said he'd back handed him once, and that was the first and last time any of them saw Hadyn loose his temper.

The man made up for it by being overly concerned with making them all happy and comfortable.