"Uh-" Liv's brain was suddenly processing a lot of things at once. The primal lizard-brain wanted to keep kissing him no matter where they were- pie included. But that was because Jesus Christ she hadn't been in that frame since she....was alive. Even the kiss with Lowe she remembered before ending up here, she hadn't been there yet. The version of her on the TV sure as hell was the next week, of course, but she wasn't revisiting that frame of mind.
Other than that, his major potential meltdown was literally only twenty minutes in the past, and while she was really happy he didn't seem angry anymore, pushing him to another emotional extreme might not be a great idea. Plus...Liv wasn't ready. She was barely processing the fact that he wanted to kiss her, let alone....anything else.
"Yes-" she answered, coming to a vague solution that seemed the most promising. "Let's go to my place- I also have more coffee, and an Epic Stupid Movie list that needs watching." No promises on the make-outs, nice as it was. At least this way she could keep her eyes on him.
Plus... she wanted to be with him anyway, regardless of homicidal anger issues. Liv started gathering up the pie and had the coffee put in two huge to-go cups. Twenty minutes later, they were set up in her weirdly paid for Storybrooke apartment living room- on TV a redhead with a boy-cut and early 1990's costume run from a dead guy in a cemetery.
Liv was keenly aware of the irony. She didn't often tell people her favorite horror movie was Night of the Living Dead. For obvious reasons.