No sooner had she said it than she was out the door in a rush.
Roseanne felt numb all over.
Oh well, as long as they're happy...
In the lab—
Owen was poring over two sets of data from last week, spotting a discrepancy in the fourth column of the second set, just about to call Sammy over when his phone rang.
He answered it without looking—
"Hello?"
"Mr. Reynolds, it's Roseanne."
Owen paused, his gaze slowly drifting away from the screen, his voice softening, "What's up? Everything okay?"
"My dad, he... he wants to invite you over for dinner. He's cooking himself... If you're too busy, it's okay, I'll just let him know..."
"I'm free."
Roseanne stopped dead for a few seconds: "…Isn’t the lab swamped?"
"It's manageable."
"So..."
Owen said,"See you tonight. And thank your dad for me, for going through the trouble to cook."
"No, it's no trouble at all."
After hanging up, Roseanne was slightly bewildered.
Wait a minute...
Just yesterday, Jen was texting her complaints about how swamped they all were with work, struggling to keep up with their schedule.
And he says "it's manageable"?
Meanwhile, Stoddard, having overheard Owen conclude his call, nudged him teasingly, "Who was that? Little Roseanne, right? I could hear her voice."
Owen shot him a glance, "You know, so why ask?"
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