When he gestures to show her where she got the sauce, she uses the pad of her thumb to wipe it off and then licks it off her thumb. Waste not. "Thanks," she says as she takes another bite - of a more reasonable size. Not that it deters her from leaning in with interest when he describes the one that he just bit, and she sets the one she's been working on down to claim one from his basket. "Wouldn't have figured you for a blackened fish guy," she comments as she tries a bite of it, then nods her head as she swallows. "Though I can see why. That's good."

She considers his question about birthdays, taking a sip from her drink to buy herself a moment to think, her eyes skimming his face. It's not that she dislikes her birthday so much as she tries to avoid anyone making a big deal out of it. "Maybe I like humoring grumpy old centenarians. I think after you regularly allow more than one in your life you have to consider the possibility," she points out with a smile. One shoulder lifts in a shrug before she continues. "It depends on the year. Usually a nice dinner. Or I'll wrangle people to do something fun like paintball without telling them why. What are you thinking about doing for your next birthday?"