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Gathering up some of the sliced dark meat, Steps leaned over to put it on the boy's plate, saying to him in a whisper, "If you eat some salad for your mom I'll teach you a secret about wishbones." Sitting back up straight, he thought for a moment, "Well, not much really. I've kind of been looking around hardware stores, and a couple of furniture stores, but I guess I need to figure out what all I need and have the room for first."

Deciding that was pretty much all he'd been doing, since aside from sleeping it really was, he gestured to Remi with the fork, "What about you?" He was pretty much happy with any part of the chicken, and in his family, women and children were always served first. Normally in that order, but Gavin had seemed antsy.

Serving her some of the white meat, he flashed a smile, "All boys like secrets, especially if they can use them to impress their friends. I should know, it still works on me sometimes." Might as well tell the truth. In fact, that's how his mother had gotten him to tone down frat boy life, by offering to tell him how his father always managed to stay so calm and collected. Of course, the information hadn't been of much use to him, but he had started studying to learn it.

Deciding he wouldn't deprive the boy of the secret, the reached to the chicken and plucked out the wishbone, holding it up with one end facing Gavin, "Well, if you let it dry, then two people can pull on it. And when it snaps, whichever person is holding the bigger side gets to have their wish come true." Or the other has to do a dare, depending on whether you still believed in wishes coming true. But he wouldn't tell him that part, hope in the mystical was good for a kid.

"Well," Stephan started, stretching the word out a bit, "We could pull now, but it would be a lot harder to break." Probably not a good enough reason for the boy, "Besides, don't you want to think about what you want to wish for?" Holding it lightly, he added, "At least think about it until dinner's over. But... If your mom thinks it's ok?" He looked toward Remi for an answer, planning either way to barely pull when it came time to break it. Just enough that the boy would be able to tell he was trying and not just letting him get it.

Setting the wishbone down on the table before proceeding to serve himself some salad and potatoes, he laughed, "Yeah, I don't know if I'll ever be able to consider myself a dad. Hopefully I won't turn into my dad though, he was kind of... I don't know, distant." He shrugged, not really thinking much of it. All of his friends growing up had had parents like his, busy bodies that were rarely home, but he assumed it would be different raising a kid on his own. He couldn't exactly expect the kid to raise itself, right? Maybe he should read some parenting books, soon. Picking up a piece of chicken, he grinned, "I bet you're not that bad. Just remember that there's always someone worse."

"Um... Aside from the kids, not really," he admitted, "Though I've gotten a few notes from a guy named Marc, don't remember what floor he lives on though." He didn't really have much of an opinion on the parenting out clumsiness, though for convenience it did seem like a good idea. Of course, if you were able to parent traits out of kids they'd kind of become like playdoh. Genetic playdoh, interesting thought. To himself, he started to think about what his own daughter would be like, whether she'd have some annoying trait that he'd want to try and parent out. Well, nothing could really be that annoying, right?

"Oh.... Oh." Stephan said, taking a moment to realize what she meant. He cringed a bit, more from the thought of the mage he'd met in the labs being anything but asexual than from anything else, "Well, hopefully I won't have to worry about that too much." He didn't have anything against either of the men, but from their personalities, what he'd gathered at least, he didn't see himself spending a lot of time with either.

"I'm sure, but I don't think either of them will like me too much. Especially not if they ever meet my parents. They're kind of... Freakishly traditional." He shrugged, "I don't really have much of an opinion either way. I don't really have to worry about it, so I don't make any enemies by taking a side." When Gavin spoke up, he coudn't help but crack up a bit. Honestly, he wasn't surprised by the boy's impatience, he'd been just like that at his age, according to his nanny at least. He left it to Remi to decide for him though, and went back to chewing his way through his potatoes and the remains of his salad.

He had gotten a bit uncomfortable with where the conversation had shifted, he'd gotten a lot of hell for his right wing father's protests through high school, and even though he didn't share the same beliefs, felt a bit guilty about them. So, he was glad for the change of subject back to dessert. He sped up his eating a bit, hoping not to make Gavin wait too much longer, and was finishing one of his last bites of potatoes when Remi announced what it was. Setting his fork down, he cracked a smile, straightening up in his chair, "I'm sure it'll be great."