[Rydia slipped away from bed early to visit the grocery store (feel free to have bawled about that, Kain), and thus missed some interesting times at the house. On her way back, she spots Kain and heads over, raising an eyebrow at the freshly changed sign.
....what.]
You're not my father, Kain. That's not remotely possible.
[1...and later 2?]
....what.]
You're not my father, Kain. That's not remotely possible.
[Also, ew.]