[ she freezes, her body stiffening at his brief mention of her voicemail for a second or two before returning to setting the final dish onto the table. jinx wanted to be hopeful that her announcing the news wouldn't be the cause of her father's bitter mood, but... dreams are dreams. already predicting a tense dinner, she makes her way to the refrigerator, seizing a bottle of wine for silco to nurse while they feast (although, he might seek for something stronger). ]

Oh! Uh... [ the words crash together inside her throat, fighting their way to form sentences or... something worthwhile. ] — Ahem, at least it was small, eh? Nothing big to fuss about. I'd ignore it if I were you!

[ she settles the bottle on his side of the table next to his glass, then trails back to hers, but watching him cook for a moment. ]

Table's done. Need an extra hand? I promise my metal finger won't gunk up the taste of the fish.