Padma watched Lisa in a confused manner. Well, she'd thought her father fancied Puddlemere? Well, if she didn't want to put on the sweatshirt, she didn't have to. But Padma would have none of her whinging of being over dressed.
She took her own seat and grabbed a slice of fruit as she curled up on the couch across from Lisa. She watched her friend drink her wine and watched the drinking turn into downing and refilling. A look of concern came over Padma's features and she was sure she'd hit a sore spot with the terrible dinosaur joke. Padma was just about to apologise when Lisa spoke up.
"Hmm?" Padma questioned, and though it was an inarticulate response, she'd been caught off guard. "Pardon?"