Seemingly the only person at the table feeling no need whatsoever to compensate for any hypothetical derailing of the meal, Misty meets them both evenly with a relaxed, appreciative little stare. You're both fine, hush.

"No one freaked out. It's kind of a bombshell, we reacted how we're gonna react. Nobody jumped a gun, here." Soldat's immediate note taking receives an approving little nod, but she taps the side of his plate regardless.

"Won't be an overnight solution anyway. Everyone make sure you clean your plates. We're all good, we're planning, and we're all already plenty smart."

Hence this swift planning.

Killing it.