She gave him a little, disbelieving look. "Darlin, I may not know what I'm lacking, but I know when a boy shies away from me," she explained, idly twirling a long lock of red hair around her fingers. She glanced at his fingers on the teacup, and she smiled. "You like that? It's my favorite set." It was an idle comment, more a conversation filler than anything else, really, and she smiled after. "I'm doing a real bad job of this with you," she admitted. "Why don't you tell me 'bout you and what you like?"