Vivian blinked.
"No, no it's not." Though she figured that ones willful ignorance to something so unavoidably true, likely meant an inability to mesh their worldview with proper reality.
She was hardly one to force that point. Though that did suggest the conversation was over and done with... and just in time.
"Maybe one day you'll make it. Find that stage of yours."
"That'll do, thank you miss." Was all Vivian said... before the meal was paid for, and the plates very rapidly shifted from countertop to a nearby booth's table.
Butt in seat, Vivian set to work.
Whatever it was going on with the others, and Fleetwood Hack, could be dealt with after.