He blinked at her only for an instant before he swallowed his mouthful and cocked his head to one side. A corner of his mouth quirked up and he lifted an eyebrow in a gesture that most would interpret as quizzical. In Ben, though, a man unquestioning of any leap of logic, it translated as amusement and encouragement. When she didn't answer immediately, he settled back more and brushed off his hands before dropping them behind him and leaning back against braced arms. "'Course I do," he answered cheerfully. "Contrary to popular belief, I have a really good memory... Besides, it was a weird night. A really great night but kinds weird. In a good way... Why? You didn't forget it, did you?"