"Of course, strawberries are my favorite." She smiled brightly at his suggestion, not even noticing that he shouldnt know that about her already. It was so easy to accept him knowing something so small like that when she didnt think too hard about it.
"Make sure you ask for the eggs over easy." She suggested, otherwise he'd never eat them probably.
"Thank you." She blushed. "I used to sing in the choir at school. My father always thought it was good to be skilled in more cultured things like music. What about you? Just naturally a crooner?" She teased a little, even if she could imagine him behind a mike, singing as a group of similarly aged people danced under crape paper streamers.