Flicking his ash on the floor, Jules finally tired of Lotte scrabbling around his lap and let her sniff around under the table. The kid brought their food and dumped it on the table, hardly even paying attention to the smell of pot. Jules chucked a few fries on the floor for Lotte and pushed his food away in favour of his cigarette.
"A father's sole purpose is to be an asshole" he pointed out. "Sera is like a perfect child and he still is mad at her. How does that make sense? Not that you deserve to be on the end of his shit every day" Julian corrected himself with a smile.