She is... his game at throwing her off is strong. He gets a beat too long of a contemplative look before she breathes out, giving a small, definitive shake of her head. "Not really. I avoid things that are too sweet... if I'm not careful, they make me sick."

She traces the top of her water glass with one finger, briefly looking across the restaurant. The decor, the scant paintings hung on the walls, all are little details that registered when she came in. She's bringing them into sharper detail now.

"I've been told I'm boring before. Boring flavors are probably the ones I enjoy." There's a joke underneath all those words, but she doesn't pursue the joke all that far.