<dad> Jo...
What? Do I have something in m'teeth? Is m'hair okay?
<dad> nah, mate, I jus' need ya to grip m'hand a lil less tightly.
*nervous laugh*
Sorry, Dad.
.
.
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Okay. You first, Em. Love ya, mate.
*holds her fathers hand*
<dad> *clears throat*
<dad> Y'know, Jo-
*looks at him*
Dad please don't make me cry.
<dad> ...
<dad> Was just gonna say y' scrub up orright.
...
<dad> But y'know she'd be proud, yeah? We both are.
*dad kisses her on the cheek & helps her out of the car*
Em, mate. 'S normal to wanna hurl, yeah?
Brumbies in ya stomach? Tell me it's all part 'f th' process.
*Em hugs her*
Course it is ya dope! Now don't ya go gettin' teary on me. "Cos if you cry, I'll cry"
<speaking together>
"And I'm not wearin' waterproof mascara!"
*laughs*