[ There were pieces of the life she'd lived on the Titanic that had held some truth. She has an overbearing mother with enough power to ruin her life over and over if everything wasn't perfect from the outside. Being concerned about her outward appearance has been second nature since high school - getting into Ivy League schools, having the perfect apartment, going to all the parties, family dinners... She'd relaxed a lot, though. Since everything happened. Now she took the time dress however she wanted, even being seen in sweatpants around the house with Margo.

She grabs a table as he makes the decision about the danishes and she can't help but softly laugh as she watches. Before she can offer to help, he's back and she takes a moment to admire the spread before she's caught off guard by the compliment. She'd be dumb to not have also appreciated his work outfit while he was ordering for them. If she hadn't, she's pretty sure Margo would have felt a disturbance in the force.

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she can't help but return the kind words. ]

Thanks, you look good too. [ The slightest hint of a dewy forest scent follows her motions as she wraps her hands around her cup of coffee. Something that had been masked on the Titanic. ] This is all much more my speed. I do what I can to break the expected Librarian look. [ While she disliked that word because of back home, it wasn't the same here. It didn't carry the same weight and the more she used it, the easier it was to continue working on re-associating the word with positive memories. ]

Stairs are also way less hazardous without the extra layers.