[It's clear she's not deterred by this - that she might have even offered him the menu specifically so he can hide behind it.] Well, I happen to like pizza. [It's more of a statement than an offer. A 'take it if you want, I won't be offended if you don't' bridge. Her eyes return to her own menu, a thoughtful expression on her face as she skims the options. She's not all that hungry but she suspects eating her way through a few wings is the best way to get him to eat too.
His answer causes her to glance up at him over the menus, a quick, sharp assessment of posture and tone, before her eyes are back on the list of sauces. It's not something she particularly likes to talk about, no. And not just because she hates to lose. Prefers to help people.
It really stings to feel like the cause of so much suffering on such a massive scale.]
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His answer causes her to glance up at him over the menus, a quick, sharp assessment of posture and tone, before her eyes are back on the list of sauces. It's not something she particularly likes to talk about, no. And not just because she hates to lose. Prefers to help people.
It really stings to feel like the cause of so much suffering on such a massive scale.]
Not really one of the finer moments for teamwork.