( Last time Paul's name came up in a talk between the two of them, it was very, very unpleasant. Sarissa's gaze drops, but only so far as the lemon wedges, that she squeezes over the fish on her plate. )

Why stop there? Maybe a couple of my exes could've turned up and assumed you were me, too. ( She makes a dramatic expression, one corner of her mouth tugging sideways in a yikes sort of expression. ) Wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, honestly. We shouldn't tempt fate.