Dern, he beat her to it! Well that just meant she would have to press her salad at him herself. "Um--s, sure!" As far as she was concerned they could be chatting back at the penthouse, she was just that comfortable around Rean. And in her own little world in which only he is an occupant. Though she was more than halfway done with her salad. She happily took a bite of the stew, brushing off some rice that was still on her lips and sighed, so completely content. It was like the war couldn't be further away from them. It may as well not even exist. "Here, do you want the rest?" She pushed her salad towards him. She didn't want to stuff herself and have no room for the ice cream!