[She holds still and lets him fix her hat, since he at least knows the right way to tilt it by now.]

Of course! A girl's gotta eat somehow, even in a weird future Florida. Spaghettios don't grow on trees.

[Though now that her dad's here, they can supplement that with, uh... piano playing, she supposes.

And that reminds her!]

Oh! Right! Good timing, Daddy, I'm going to need your help. The other four bars all kicked me out because I'm underaged. So I need you to chaperone me in for this job inquiry.