Summer seemed to wait a moment, eyes sort of looking around the room as if waiting for some well-timed, ridiculous interruption of a Fandom nature, but, alas. No such luck.

She then took a moment to wash that disappointment down with a swig of her coffee, considered still making up some less awkward bullshit other thing, and then pictured Annie with a Not Angry, Just Disappointed look on her face (god, she was going to totally nail this mom thing, wasn't she?) And set her mug back down with a sigh.

"I just thought," she said, picking up her fork again, but apparently just to sort of wave it around a little as she spoke, looking at various points around her plate and around Stark, but never really landing on actually looking at him, "that we might be, you knoooow, a little...overdue for kind of a...vibe check. About...this..." The fork was really swirling now, "whole thing. With us. You know, where are we at, what are we thinking, is everyone involved on the same page...."

She finally looked at Stark, to gauge how all that landed.

"That kind of thing."