"The pink stuff?" His smile flashed again, habitual in the way his teeth drew tight on the seam of his lip. Amused, but not at her expense. Enjoying this fresh spill of conversation, of unexpected company.
"Can't stand the taste." Spoken in a fashion that said he couldn't imagine anyone who actually did. In time, his curiosity kept returning to the colorful paper she'd been working with. The ornaments that had obviously been created by her own interesting, fascinating, wonderful hands.