She could feel free to tell him to shove it if she wanted to but he wasn't going to have it. He was his business, just like any girl that Alex wanted to be with, like Prissy for example, would be Serena's business as well. That was just the way that it worked when you were so close to your siblings.
"Good. That's just what I wanted to hear." He said, and then nodded towards the table. "Sit. I've gotta get the bread out." And he moved to do just that, dumping it off into the bread basket that he placed in the center of the table, next to the hot pan of Ziti that he had just pulled from the oven a bit ago. The place settings were already completely set. All there was to do now was serve one's self and eat. Clearly he had put a lot of effort into this event.
"You're not crazy. That's the occasion." He moved to the fridge. "What do you want to drink?" He grabbed a beer for himself. Italian food with beer. You could never really go wrong there.