"Mother sounds a bit more like you'd expect, I think. Father speaks more as I do. But that is because of all of the English practice." Which was also in part why she and Ras were both so versed in the language, as well. They'd grown up with it. The way he called her ma'am in his unique drawl had her blinking in his direction with a bit of surprise etching her features. Which as surely not a bad thing, and it showed in the curve of her smile.
Laughing softly, in part at his response and in part at the movie, her face turned to face the screen though she still glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "I am fairly certain that there is not mess you could make that would surprise me." A pause. "Not that I am offering you motivation to try such a thing." Having a mild case of OCD when it came to some things, Layla would never encourage things to be out of place. "Oh." Curling her hands around the edge of the bowl in her lap to set it on the couch between them, she stretched forward and down so that her forefinger curled around the strap of her purse. She pulled it to her. Opening it up, she pulled out not one, but two cans of Pink Lemonade Tea, holding out one in offering. "I know. It's a little hippie, even for me. But it tastes delicious."
But Layla wasn't sweet. At least not entirely. "It makes me happy that you think so, Aleksei, and I try very hard. But we all have secrets, and terrible things that we have done that we much pay a penance for." She'd seen it happen before. She'd stood by and done nothing. And there were times where she'd even encouraged it. At first it made the brunette sick, and she'd even thrown up. But now? Now she felt little guilt in being an accomplice. And it was the lack of feeling that upset her most and motivated her every action. Returning the bag to the floor, a single digit popped the top of her can. "Perhaps I more than most."