She lets out a little laugh. "Well, I have been spending a lot of time with you. And I'm not the only amokinetic in my cabin." She doesn't blush, not exactly, but there's a brief lowering of her eyes. "Not to mention jumping the border with you. I'd do it again, by the way."

Orders are taken, and Lydia keeps hers pretty simple. Chicken, rice, green beans. Nothing that will mess with her breath or get caught in her teeth. Not that she's thinking someone's going to get anywhere near her lips tonight or anything. No, of course not.

But as they await her food, she notes, "You know, I've been thinking hard about that thing we we were both worried about. That I might be...effecting you. In a way that isn't normal. I mean, I hope I have an effect on you." There's a faint smile. "But in a...natural way." That makes sense in her head, alright?

"So I realized something about how amokinetic influence works." She peers at him. "I aggravate you sometimes, don't I. I mean, you know I'm not perfect and sometimes I don't say the right thing and you don't gloss over it when it does. Right?"