"I know what they mean, the joke was that..." Just cut your losses, Tony. It wasn't that good of a joke to begin with. "...Never mind."

He clears his throat. "Can you pass me that tray over there?" He points to a small dish of tiny metallic odds and ends that's on her side of the table. Yes, Tony, distract her with mundane tasks. "So... how are you liking Keeliai so far?" Forced small talk. Marginally better.