Lydia shoves the rest of the cupcake into her face, finally taking a comprehensive glance at him.

Final verdict: "Terrible." She chews thoughtfully for another moment before unceremoniously shoving her plate into his hands already tugging at the ends of his hair. She means his idea of formal wear, not his hair - but she doesn't bother to clarify. Instead she sticks her popsicle stick behind one ear and reaches back into her own hair to undo a clip.

Then she's off again, plucking at the same curl as before and narrowing her eyes as she decides where she wants to pin it. "We endearing ourselves to the aliens and hoping for mercy or we formulating a counterattack?"