Fenton chuckled at that, a grin spreading across his beak. Well, that was a good attitude to take, at least! Confident. With a bit of training and practice, she probably would be quite the little force to be reckoned with. He'd leave that up to whoever did the training, though. Speaking of which... "Did you learn what class you are, Gos?"

Fenton folded his arms in thought. The very reason why she was asking was that Drake probably gave her chores to do, like that. He'd never been a parent, or even had to look after kids, ever... but he also didn't want to sabotage any of Drake's parental work. He didn't want to step on his toes, either. What to do, what to do..? "Well given as you're probably rooming with someone else, there's no way I can actually check up on that, can I?" He thought for a moment. "How's this? Twice a week, you come over to my apartment, and help me clean up a little. Help me do the dishes, sweep the floors... that sort of thing."