Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
Zap's hand rose, index finger pointed and tongue prepped to argue her father's assessment of Italian/Mexican food, but he was absolutely right, and she'd lost the argument before. Truthfully, she was glad of his exit. The vibe had returned that had haunted her since meeting the 'librarian', or rather, it had intensified. Forge's energy threw off her balance. "Good night, Papá," Eva wished her father, only smirking in response to his wine threat. Her posture relaxed slightly, somehow feeling the 'business' portion of the meeting had concluded.
They were once again alone. She wore a soft smirk and closed her eyes softly in response to his correction. He was being a good sport. Her eyes widened, however, when Nate mentioned ranching. Huh. "I fully understand that sentiment..." she nodded, having had many animals about during her formative years. While he busied his hands with salad-related tasks, she extended her arm and allowed her hand to linger inches from his face, the other half of her cherry tomato at her fingertips. Eva shook her head 'no' at the salad, but spoke eventually. "They're good..." she urged. "Tomato, potato," her eyebrows rose with challenge and a little bit of curiosity.