Tatum had been attempting to be polite, flicking her ash into the cupped palm of the hand she wasn't using to smoke, but she gave up the facade when Julian did. When the kid appeared with their food, she quickly ducked her hand under the table, but he showed no signs of really caring, as she had predicted. Taking a couple of fries for herself, she stuffed them into her mouth and shook her head.
"I don't know, I mean she.. s-she did say some really disrespectful things," the redhead replied slowly. Never minding, of course, that their father's idea of disrespect could sometimes mean something as simple as looking at him wrong. "But she also wasn't really in the wrong there. Not that he sees it that way.. but that's the thing, he doesn't see anything," she went on, trailing off a bit and taking up another fry.
"I wish I could move away," she lamented, deciding to toss the fry to Lotte instead as she finished up the few Jules had given her. "Somewhere exotic, with lots of colorful birds," she added, offering him out the joint.