Then I see Avery posted a photo from a party at my boyfriend’s restaurant. Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry. Look— Are you still mad at me for ordering that stupid lobster? I thought we got past that. We did. Okay. Then what is it? Are you embarrassed of me? Being white? That’s it, isn’t it? No! No. God, no. It’s just I didn’t— I didn’t want you to feel like you had to give money. Or that you weren’t allowed to because last time you offered to pay, I got mad. So, I just thought I’d avoid the whole thing and not say anything. So, you didn’t want me to feel obligated and at the same time, didn’t want me to feel left out? Exactly. Well, that’s just incredibly … sweet. And you’re completely forgiven. I am? Great. Well, that— that’s great.