"I'll reserve judgement until after I'm done," she decided. "Though I've been cooking since I came up to my abuela's knee, but I promise not to hold it against you." And now that she thought about it, she could definitely eat. She was always starving post-show, and tonight was no exception.
She rolled her eyes fondly. "It's rare for anyone to catch me off-guard, so well done to you, I suppose," she told him, laughing quietly. "Silver-tongued as usual, though I'll have you know I can do better. I would have, if I'd known."
Her eyes were huge in her face, dark and hard to read unless you knew her well. Which he rather did, at this point. "Well that makes you better than most of the men I've run across," she murmured. "And obviously I'd hit on you sober, I was just." She sighed, shoving her long hair away from her face. "Lonely. It felt like I had almost no one, and I just wanted that connection. Someone to hold onto."