"Oh! York, is it?" Lena replies, apparently even more delighted now that she has a proper name for him. She leans forward on her knees and tries to offer her the plate of apple slices. Her insistence that 'its not like that' just causes her to giggle. "Right--course it's not. So tell me 'bout him!"

The wink she passes, alongside the surprised giggle, hints that she didn't get the memo.