Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut the instant kids were mentioned, but she did her best to keep her smile on. Teddy read into that instantly, and figured that was what the conversation had been about before they'd arrived. Honestly, he was already worried about what sort of topics would come up along those lines, and he'd been naively hopeful that maybe they'd be able to scoot around it for that evening.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Elizabeth intercepted, shaking her head. "Just let him do all the cooking. It's going to be his fault." She cleared her throat, flipping through the menu. "Everyone know what they want?"
"Speaking of kids," Adam drawled, closing his own menu and gently setting it onto the table top. "Have you guys talked about what you plan on doing? I assume that the Council got something prepared just in case."
Just in case they're monsters, was the implication, and Teddy reached for his drink, replying with a little more firmness than he'd intended. "I haven't heard anything, no. We haven't really talked much about it."
"Poor Alex is gonna have her hands full, then." Adam laughed, shaking his head as if he were making a joke. The tone was wrong, forced. There was concern now, a little dread, as if he were already starting to expect the worst on some small level.
"Alex is moving out, dad." Teddy replied in the same manner than he had before, and for a few seconds both of his parents only stared at him.
"I don't- is that safe?" Elizabeth spoke first, frowning thoughtfully.
"Apparently the council thinks so," Teddy shrugged a shoulder, finally taking a drink from his glass. Well, there went their nice dinner.