Obed's pleasant expression faded slightly in the face of Isobel's criticisms. He was comfortable in their flat, needlessly vast though it was, and it was hardly the first time Isobel has expressed displeasure with it. But there was nothing to say, especially not here, and certainly not with an audience. He focused instead on Kate, easily returning her smile. He shook his head at the question of allergies and preferences, having neither, particularly where desserts were concerned.
"I haven't, no," he said. "But I think I recognize her." He inclined his head to indicate Aurora. "I'm not sure of her name. It's a small enough group so far, you'd think I'd have met everyone already, but..."