Alexa wathced her father leave and then turned her eyes on her boyfriend. It was pretty clear that she had bungled things based on the subtle dip in his energy and the way the light didn't quite meet his eyes. It seemed that not only did she manage to not inherit even an ounce of the Stark Smoothness, but she had managed to pick up some interpersonal clumsiness along the way.

"We can order things to go," she says after a moment, looking down at her own menu.