Since she didn't freak out, Thad assumed she understood he didn't mean anytime soon, thankfully. They seemed the be on the same page when it came to most things concerning their future, especially now that they'd talked a bit more about their long-term living arrangements. "Oh gods, did you get pissed?" he asked teasingly. If she really had turned it into a drinking game, she probably would have, he could imagine.
"That sounds like a splendid idea," he replied, pulling away from her with a slightly dramatic sigh so he could go make the coffee. When it was ready, he floated two mugs, doctored up how they each preferred it, over to the coffee table in front of the couch before grabbing a couple small plates for the pastries and joining her back at the couch.
"With any luck, you won't meet any of my grandparents," he told her rather bluntly as he sat back down. "I'm afraid neither side of the family were particularly good during the big war. Both grandfathers are still in prison, and both grandmothers snaked out of any consequences. Mum and dad have fought hard to build a reputation outside of their parents," he explained. And they seemed to have accomplished it, but it still felt important for Dagny to know that bit of family history.