[She stops a little ways away from Rhys, folding her arms and glancing over at him all like Hm, like they got in a fight or something. Which, while statistically likely, is thankfully not the reason she invited Vaughn over.]

So. Rhys -- you know Rhys, [she says to Vaughn, all fake casual and polite like they're at a country club she's about to tell a funny story about an acquaintance,] he's the one who can't stop eating -- might have a small problem. Might. It's, like, minuscule, it barely even matters. [She's stalling.]