[ her grin limps when she fails to convince him, and her mood gradually dries. she prays this is not yet another cross-examination where she needs to spill her guts out over her reasoning. can't she just stay in because she wants to? does everything need to have some hidden deep meaning?

... well, there is a motive beyond just the migraine she's suffering from, and it's a topic she would like to avoid tackling. except that the particular subject is buzzing at the table for the second time now. again, not that she knows it's that said person reaching out to her -- jinx still has yet to take a peep over her phone. ]

I just... partied too hard, that's all, okay?

[ his daughter hunches back to the table, shoveling her meal around to get it prepped up for digesting. ]

And I dunno, maybe all three. — Or make more bracelets. [ what an oddball hobby, she's aware - so she elaborates. ] It's a dumb hobby I picked up when I couldn't shoot anything.