"And I'll bet you look lovely in it, too." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. It wasn't too obvious a flirtation, but it was still inappropriate. Or maybe he just thought it was because at least he'd been able to stop himself from commenting that he was pretty sure she'd look even better out of the red dress. Which only led to thoughts about what she'd be wearing under the dress and made him have to think of linear algebra to keep his head clear.

He took her plate and served her some pasta before taking some for himself and tried to actually listen to what she was saying. "That's actually what I was thinking too. Only I was thinking we could both sing them. It'd be nice to have some company up on the stage." He picked up his fork and did a little wave in direction of her plate with it. "Dig in. It's not Signor Luciano's but it's eatable."

Her suggestions were good, and he nodded in agreement to them. Mr. Uhura would be wise to listen to his eldest daughter's ideas if this was the kind of thing she came up with. "You should definitely do that, it's a great idea. Mix the different traditions up a little."

After waiting for her to start, he took a bite, chewing it pensively, before casually admitting, "I don't mind. I like it at the diner, and it's not like I have somewhere else I have to be."