For that, I'd actually have to have friends. [Renee knows Pete and Gwen might let her, but she doesn't like to bother them. It's a strange sort of respect for them and their budding relationship, out of her. They've never made her feel like a third wheel, and Renee's pretty sure they wouldn't start, but still. She's maintaining her comfort zone, there.

Noticing his frown, she's on the defensive, then.] What's that look for?

[She shakes her head at his age question.] My old man wouldn't even let me touch the coffeepot until I was like ten years old, or he'd spank me. [Putting that mildly.] So it's like, 'when did you start making coffee'?