"The social event of the season," Derek says with a roll of his eyes. He's kidding, but he does hope that the opening goes well. He's proud of the restaurant, and he hopes that people will like it.

He watches with an amused smile as the baby squawks, waving his chubby, spitty fist in the air. Derek's chest aches just a little at the sight. When he was young, he always assumed that he would have a big family of his own someday. That dream died with his family, but he can't entirely forget it. "Sounds like he wants burgers. A child of good taste."