[ The mention of Father from Wriothesley has Lynette's ears fold back and her eyes look down. She isn't as accusing, as angry as her brother... but the concern washes over her face differently. A reminder that while they may be twins, they're two different people. ]

Why? [ The same question Lyney pleaded, but asked so softly and tentatively. ] If Father wishes to reach out, needs to... she finds a way.

[ She allows him to eat, finishing her tea before setting the cup to the side. ]

...She's disappointed that Lyney went against her and I know it hurts him. He was sure in his choices, he always is when it comes to me but... [ Oh, that but – ] – but we all know questioning Father means questioning the life we've been gifted. I... I wish she wasn't so hard on him –

[ Lynette cares in turn, knows how hard Lyney has to work to appease her. Silently, she begins to fold her napkin. Idly, until she lays a circle between them. Sharp cuts upwards – it looks like a bear trap. ]

I think there is only one way to meet with Father.

[ Trap her. Lynette's deathly white just suggesting it – but if something is going on with Lyney... ]