Remi glanced toward Alexa's father. He held in a sigh after seeing it was a Stark trait to hide behind a menu. It was hard enough for the Atlantean to maintain his composure after a sudden l-bomb lobbed in his lap. Though with Alexa refusing to look at either of them, Remi was getting the idea she was ashamed of feeling that way.

He pressed his lips together and withdrew his arm from the back of Alexa's chair. He tried to keep his voice calm and serene. He could freak out when he went and jumped in the Atlantic after this. "Fine. Half the menu, alfredo, tiramisu, my three entrees, and two copies of the menu for hiding behind, and some to-go boxes for leftovers. That sound about right?"