The Uber pulls up and Devika does not get out immediately. She waits. Like royalty. Finally, she steps out — sunglasses on, holding a Starbucks drink she’ll only sip once. She surveys the family BBQ like it’s a crime scene.

“Okay, who didn’t tell me this was outdoors?”

She side-eyes the grass like it personally insulted her.

“Do you guys seriously not have lawn heaters? This is, like, so… rustic.”