It had been a little over two weeks since Eva had finally plucked up the nerve to talk with Fletcher about her future likelihood of having children and it had gone surprisingly well- maybe a little too well, not that she was complaining. That thought brought a little blush to her cheeks and had her biting her lip at the memory. It wasn't that she'd ever doubted him, she would never doubt him now, but she'd really wanted to gauge for herself, firsthand, just how important it was to him to eventually have children. It wasn't very upsetting for her, which was probably strange for a woman her age, already past her 'prime' for things like marriage and babies, but Eva had never truly envisioned herself a mother anyway. She had plenty of babies; bird babies, creature babies, grown man-children; she wasn't lacking in things to care for or demands on her time.

Speaking of her grown man-child, Eva had yet to talk to him about all of this, though that was more of a cowardly move on her part, as she had no idea how Conall was going to react to any of this. Her gut reaction was that it would go poorly, but she had to hold out a little hope that he would see that she was happy and that was what mattered, right? Thankfully, when she'd approached Mrs. Sweeney about making one of his favorite dishes for dinner that night, something she hadn't  had in a while herself, her housekeeper was more than happy to oblige. Hopefully it would help to soften him up a little. Eva hadn't any idea where Una or Tierney were tonight, but she was kind of thankful it would just be the two of them for dinner, far less awkward without other people listening in.

It was all laid out on the little kitchen table shortly after she'd gotten home from the zoo, exhaustion creeping into her bones, but knowing if she didn't do it tonight, it would take her a while to gather the courage again. Having been the first to enter the kitchen, she sank gratefully into her chair and poured herself a small measure of whiskey. It certainly wouldn't help with the exhaustion but it would help take the edge off. The door swung open just as she started to take a sip and she passed him a tired smile over the rim of her own glass. "Hello Da, how was your day?" Oh Merlin this was terrifying!

Eva could only chuckle and shake her head at his greeting. Though he was gruff and could be considered some level of rude, this was normal for them, it didn't phase her in the least. It was especially apparent now that she'd been missing out on it for a few years. All in all, she was just happy to have him home, for however long he decided to stay.

"That good, hm?" She laughed a little louder, taking another sip of her whiskey to help steel her nerves. "I can't complain," It was innocuous enough of a start, as she tucked her legs beneath the table better, facing him and the table more properly. Merlin why was she so terrified? This was scary though, a lot riding on one conversation and Eva desperately wanted it to go alright. She was not one to let it get to her however, she worked with potentially aggressive animals for a living, she had plenty of practice not showing any shadow of a doubt, but damn if she wasn't still a little hesitant.

Unable to take a bite of her dinner due to the nerves, she fixed her father with what she hoped was a somewhat hopeful smile. "So Da, there's something I want to talk to you about." Best to just cut to the chase, no need for small talk. He'd probably appreciate that... hopefully.

Eva could only chuckle and shake her head at his response, but was still bracing herself for what she actually had to say. This mattered, she wanted her dad to at least acknowledge what she wanted and hopefully approve... though it probably wouldn't stop her if he didn't. "Funny, not what I was thinking of," She stuck her tongue out at him playfully before the entire mood of the conversation shifted.

"Do you, ah, remember the healer in my room at the hospital after the expedition? Mr. Langley?" Judging by her father's previous reaction to Fletcher, they were certainly not fans of one another, but Eva was hoping they could at least get along, for her sake if nothing else. Otherwise this was going to get really tricky and fast. "Remember how I said he was important to me? Well, Da, we're um, talking about getting married..." There, just up and out with it. That was the important part anyway. He certainly did not need to know about everything else that had happened.

Well of all the ways she'd expected him to react, this had been low on the possibilities, but he apparently wasn't convinced. "Da, why would I joke about that?" Had she ever even brought up another man in her father's presence? No, the answer was no. Sure it was kind of out of the blue and she had probably mentioned not seeing herself getting married in the past, but honestly.

Quirking a nearly-exasperated eyebrow at him, she couldn't do much else but to wait him out. The laughter was a bit much. "I'm serious, very serious." She added for good measure. It may have been a little out of character for her to actually be serious about something like this, but a lot had changed in the last year and everything seemed to be pointing her this way, why wouldn't she take it seriously?

Eva watched him quietly, the noticeable change in his demeanor as what she said seemed to sink in. She hoped anyway. Though she hadn't exactly expected her father to be thrilled she had been hoping he would at least be some kind of alright with it, distantly supportive? It was a snowflake's chance in hell for him to actually be happy about it, or so she thought, but she had to be optimistic he would come around eventually.

Once he seemed to come around, Eva nodded at his question. "Married," The response held a level of resignation to it that she hoped conveyed just how serious she was about this. Getting married, like this, for love, was, in fact, serious business. At least she was taking it seriously.

"I mean I love him, for starters," That had to be enough right? "He treats me really well, he's incredibly patient and understands how I feel about my work." She could list all of Fletcher's virtues, but she wasn't so sure that would be enough to convince her father...

Though Eva honestly had had any idea what to expect from her father, nothing was hadn't even crossed her mind. She'd thought he'd be angry somehow? Maybe that had been pessimistic. Still, she had expected some kind of legitimate reaction. She watched him process- and subsequently freeze.

"Da," She started as he stood, following suit. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but she felt the need to explain more. Though this had never been something they'd discussed, she could probably guess that he assumed she hadn't planned on bothering to wed by now. Then everything had gotten turned upside down and everything Eva had envisioned for her own life had shifted. It had taken her a while to understand, it would naturally take her father some time as well, but she wanted him to understand. "I know it's sudden and we never thought it would happen, but honestly, now, after everything that's happened, I just want what you and Ma had." That had to be enough right? She deserved that much, right?