Ita took the napkin, but it was kind of a pointless gesture. It was soaked immediately since she was already sopping wet, but she smiled through her tears at him. It was sweet of him.
At the laugh she gave him a curious look, and she laughed at the words Fisher attributed to Streva. "Blue eyes?! That's the deciding factor in my romantic life?" The blond rolled her eyes, still smiling. "He does not!" Ita protested. She continued to smile, though, knowing that her father was likely joking. She didn't need to see his face. "And Easton's imported, too! From England," she finished matter of factly.
Looking at Fisher, she asked, "Can you show me exactly where they're each standing?"