Dia gave him a dramatically offended expression, "You act as if you doubted my party-choosing abilities. I'm hurt, old man." Yes, the age jab was COMPLETELY necessary. She grabbed his fork and took a bite of his lasagna right off his plate before setting the fork back down. "Mm... that is amazing. Seriously." She then pulled out a bottle of ridiculously expensive vodka and looked around. "Now, what are we mixing this with, grandpa?"