She grinned, softly chuckling at his comment about the sky falling, or other obvious signs of Armageddon. "We do," she replied with a nod of her head. She'd seen a gallon of it in the fridge earlier. She assumed it was still there.
Leading him into the kitchen, she motioned to the chairs at the table and set about gathering two glasses. After pouring each of them some orange juice, she joined him at the table and handed him his glass.
"I think this is what it feels like having a blind date. Except I set this up myself." With a bemused shake of her head, she questioned, "So, your home. What's it like?" She grinned. "Just by speaking to your father I can guess you obviously aren't from here."