Devika didn’t feel the pain from Roxy, being too wrapped up in her own joy. She let her father go after some time, and turned to Roxy. “Dad, this is Roxy. She’s my anchor, and a really cool person.” “Roxy. Tim Jones here, nice to meet you.. I feel like I know you already from all Devika says about you.” He smiled at Roxy, and was joined by his wife. “Dear, did you remember to get the steaks from the butcher shop? I’m sure Dev annd Roxy are hungry.” “Steaks from the...” Tim cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses. “I thought you were getting them?” He was clearly nervous. “Timothy.” Mara’s smile dropped. “Seriously? I told you yesterday.” Timothy smiled sheepishly. “Where’s your evidence?” Devika rolled her eyes, but in a fond way. It was clear this was a common occurrence around the house. “Roxy, if they start debating, we can go to the backyard or something.” “Exhibit A, Mr. Jones, is on the fridge, in my handwriting. Also I emailed you, so don’t even think about saying ‘I was busy with work’.” Mara folded her arms and waited. Tim laughed softly. “Damn. The prosecution rests, you got me. I completely forgot. The shop is probably closed by now, too. I guess dinner is on me, ladies. We can go anywhere you like.” “Go?” A faint wave of nervousness washed over Devika. “I haven’t gone out in the longest time.” She hadn’t been expecting this. “...But I can handle it.” She looked to Roxy. “I promise I can handle it.” “Any preferences?” Tim looked between the two of them for an answer.