You know what? Someone needs to check his privilege. And his name is Dale Cooper. Just saying.

And - yeah. She's trying, okay. But about a moment later, she places her fork down as well. And folds her hands on the table. And maybe pushes her plate toward the edge of the table. And then she takes a sip of iced tea. Because she's pretty sure he's going to judge her and she needs to diffuse the tension somehow.