Kent
Kent stood motionless, it was like a automobile accident unfolding before his very eyes. First, Peacorn had no knowledge of his son's majors, choices, and probably not even
where he went to college. Millard on the other hand looked like a stray dog out in the rain howling for no reason in particular. What his cousin said about his majors barely even registered. The ginger haired man felt even more out of place when Millard started crying. Actually
crying. "Uh," He would attempt to change the subject by answering his uncle's question, "I haven't been terrorizing anyone, Uncle Peacorn." He answered, taking out his small, expensive, cedar pipe. "In fact I've been doing some special work for the FBI as of late."