Read the passage below and answer the question that follows:
The kitchen was filled with the smell of roasting turkey John had prepared, with a stuffing of sausage, mushrooms, walnuts, apples, and spiced breadcrumbs. He'd also made creamed onion, wild rice, cranberry sauce, and squash casserole. I'd baked three pies with apples from a nearby orchard.
"Bonanza!" Brian shouted.
"Feast time!" I said to him.
He looked at the dishes. I knew what he was thinking, what he thought every time he saw a spread like this one. He shook his head and said, "You know, it's really not that hard to put food on the table if that's what you decide to do."
"Now, no recriminations," Lori told him.
After we sat down for dinner, Mom told us her good news. She had been a squatter for almost fifteen years, and the city had finally decided to sell the apartments to her and the other squatters for one dollar apiece. She couldn't accept our invitation to stay awhile, she said, because she had to get back for a board meeting of the squatters...
We started talking about some of Dad's great escapades: letting me pet the cheetah, taking us Demon Hunting, giving us stars for Christmas.
"We should drink a toast to Rex," John said.
Mom stared at the ceiling, miming perplexed thought. "I've got it "She held up her glass. "Life with your father was never boring."
We raised our glasses. I could almost her Dad chuckling at Mom's comment in the way he always did when he was truly enjoying something. It had grown dark outside. A wind picked up, rattling the windows, and the candle flames suddenly shifted, dancing along the border between turbulence and order.
What influence can be made from Brian's comment in the fourth paragraph, "You know, it's really not..."