Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
"Papa," Eva started, part-scolding, part-concerned. "Your sugars are low," the daughter informed the father. "You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood," she joked, with a hint of an Italian accent. After Jon but before Nate, the bread came. She took her father's hand and gave it a squeeze and maybe a kiss of forgiveness for his accusing her of being a mafia boss. It was quiet and pleasant and neutral and they had fantastic wine. The Italian aspect was just a happy coincidence. As she'd felt her father's arrival through their cybernetic connection, Eva found herself surprised at clocking Nathaniel's appearance in the place with decidedly other senses. Without a smirk, Eva nodded in agreement with Jon's initial statement but gave Nate a sympathetic look.