"I'm fourteen." It may come with a little bit of a mouthful as Bev looks back and forth between her dads, and she wipes off some spaghetti sauce from her mouth with the back of her hand. "And I have no idea what Harry Potter is." It's part of that whole 1989 thing or whatever. "But he's teaching me because I asked him too. You guys know me, do you think I'd learn anything that I didn't want to learn?" The words are coupled with a typical teenage sort of shrug before she meets their eyes.

"So yeah, I'd like to learn to shoot."