[his daughter puckers her lips together, and shifts in her position to lounge more onto the couch, with her legs propping over her father's lap once he's settled. she tosses her head back dramatically over the arm rest before lifting an arm up — her fingers forming into a shape of a gun, with her index and middle aiming to their ceiling.]

Alriiiiiight, alright, I get the picture. You think all of this dumb and a waste of my time. — So how about we make a deal, huh?

[to be a little obnoxious, she hoists her foot high enough to be in his vision then wiggles her toes lightheartedly.]