Lia's jaw hug open, the expression almost cartoonish, as their waitress set down their drinks with their tobacco. With barely the presence of mind to thank her, Lia accepted the cocktail glass, and immediately diverted her unfiltered response - whatever that might have been - with a long drink of the chilled cocktail. Too long. Either way, she brushed a lock of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, packing the hookah as she took a few seconds to swallow.
"Um, OK, that's..." she turned to him. "OK, so, setting aside for a second the situation with Roy - which we'll definitely get to - can we just talk for a minute about - your inheritance?"
Lia was well aware of Xander's affluence. He'd never made a secret of it, though he didn't act the way that many men in his position might have. Lia's own upbringing had been comfortable, but her parents were immigrants, and were diligent about ensuring their children enjoyed the benefits of their upward mobility in the form of education and personal development, but excess had never been part of the program. Xander had been the only wealthy person she'd ever met who had no shame or guilt about his fortune, and even could exhibit some of the personality traits of the typical spoiled heir, and yet... and yet. He was his own man. He really did have a heart of gold, even if he didn't believe it. He was generous, and honorable, and even chivalrous. As long as you didn't bring it up too often.
She smiled for just a second at that thought. Soon enough, though, looking at Xander down his drink reminded her of the circumstance at hand, and she took another long sip of her own.
"OK," she said finally, handing him one hose while she took the other. "What are you talking about? The Honey part, I mean."