[ Oh dear God above.

Robin places her phone on her desk. Takes a deep breath. Rubs her temples. A coworker very kindly asks her if she would like a coffee. Robin requests it black. Maybe she can drown out this migraine with another, larger migraine. ]

[txt]: It's certainly aesthetically stimulating.

[ That's the nicest thing she can muster. As a mother, of course, she never wants to stifle her daughter's freedom of expression. As a human being, she sort of wants to scream. Just a little bit. ]

[txt]: I'm just not sure it's mine or your father's style. I think he'd much rather have something of all of us than something with just me.

[ As she ruminates on how to diffuse this situation, Robin performs a cursory search of this cafe. It seems to be a normal establishment from the photos and reviews online. In more than a few photos, an older gentleman is featured. Right then. ]

[txt]: Yusuke, I'm looking up this LeBlanc right now. Can I take it the man features in this photo is the proprietor? I'd feel less apprehensive about this with permission from the owner.

[ And that way she can discreetly inform the owner of the godawful dress and have him save her hide by saying no. It's just tactical thinking. ]